The dance .. By vaibhav
I am in a field, surrounded by plants
Each plant is full, laden with fruits
Each fruit is ripe, full of seeds
Each seed is hope, continuance of the Dance
In the heavens Siva dances, plays with his mate
He the solid, she the motion, together they are fate
Energy and mass, space and time, Self and Divine,
Together they speak, the duality of the sublime.
Open his eye and it destroys, the world as we see,
No more objects and forms, nor are two or three
Planets and stars, atoms in the core,
Where starts an atom and where does it end.
I am in the field, surrounded by plants
A shadow small, comes touches my hands
Who grew, who fell, whose deed was it done
There always was, is and will be One.
Each plant is full, laden with fruits
Each fruit is ripe, full of seeds
Each seed is hope, continuance of the Dance
In the heavens Siva dances, plays with his mate
He the solid, she the motion, together they are fate
Energy and mass, space and time, Self and Divine,
Together they speak, the duality of the sublime.
Open his eye and it destroys, the world as we see,
No more objects and forms, nor are two or three
Planets and stars, atoms in the core,
Where starts an atom and where does it end.
I am in the field, surrounded by plants
A shadow small, comes touches my hands
Who grew, who fell, whose deed was it done
There always was, is and will be One.
