Dance

Will I call it the exuberance of oneself,or the expression of the self within?

Within and withoutisn't all of creationitself a dance?

Like a child's first expressionis not to speak, but to sing.

Before its feet learn to walk,they want to dance.

There can be no dancewithout a dancer.

But as long as I remain the dancer,can there truly be a Dance?

So I dance,and dance,until the dancer dissolves.

And so,the Dance remains.

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Dance

Poem | By Shantrika

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