Firetheater originally began in Bombay 2010, with several fire dancers coming together with a host of creatives.
What culminated was a reoccurring ensembles of different performance art forms with fire dancing. The insight and perspectives from these soulful encounters treasures from and for, a lifetime’s keeping.
In so, the bridge of perspective is eternal, and the plethora of the artistic compatibility the repertoire of the performer.
The coming together around fire the inherent creativity of soul on display.
With live music genres like opera, funk, classical, carnatic and spoken, and ensemble dance forms of fire-dancing, break dance, kalaripayatu, Indian classical, capoeira and Hawaiian to name a few. Over the years, the discipline of fire has included fire-walks, performances, workshop and esoteric initiations in its depths.
A coat of quotes and passing poetry
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Why thus longing, thus forever sighing
For the far off, unattained, and dim,
While the beautiful, all round thee lying,
Offers up its low perpetual hymn?
Wouldst thou listen to its gentle teaching, All thy restless yearnings it would still; Leaf and flower and laden bee are preaching.
Thine own sphere, though humble, first to fill.
Poor indeed thou must be, if around thee
Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw,
If no silken cord of love hath bound thee.
To some little world through weal and woe;
If no dear eyes thy fond love can brighten, — No fond voices answer to thine own;
If no brother's sorrow thou canst lighten
By daily sympathy and gentle tone.
Not by deeds that win the crowd's applauses, Not by works that gain thee world-renown,
Not by martyrdom or vaunted crosses, Canst thou win and wear the immortal crown.
Daily struggling, though unloved and lonely,
Every day a rich reward will give;
Thou wilt find, by hearty striving only,
And truly loving, thou canst truly live.
Dost thou revel in the rosy morning,
When all nature hails the Lord of light,
And his smile, the mountain-tops adorning,
Robes yon fragrant fields in radiance bright?
Other hands may grasp the field and forest,
Proud proprietors in pomp may shine;
But with fervent love if thou adorest, Thou art wealthier,—all the world is thine.
Yet if through earth's wide domains thou rovest,
Sighing that they are not thine alone.
Not those fair fields, but thyself thou lovest,
And their beauty and thy wealth are gone.
Nature wears the color of the spirit;
Sweetly to her worshipper she sings;
All the glow, the grace she doth inherit,
Round her trusting child she fondly flings.
"Why thus longing | Harriet Winslow Sewall
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