Cosmic Dancer

My love for the god who is notHe who is all and all that is not,The master of Yogic lore,Siddha and the Divine Dancer.

My secret affair and quiet companion.In him, I found my serene,The devoted lover I am;In me, he became the breath and every step.

In dreams of painting my vision,A vision to bring ecstasy back to art,Here I paint him once again-The divine dancer, smeared in dusk of brass.

In all my abandoning,Drunk on his eternal ecstasy and stillness at once,I created the creator with oil and canvas,An offering of myself to the god who is not.