Oh the delicate awakens within
it inflames the presence of devotion
enraptures the aching stillness that exists beneath all I see
We are the unborn
the infinite spirits of spark
glowing in ember, illuminated in glow
Graceful is our dance
and oh! How we dance
Such is our beauty that no water
not even the beloved and supreme Mother Ganges
can capture our play in their reflection
We are senseless
beyond senses
everything, but divinely nothing
An essence of perfection in the song of Joy
that sings of trees sprouting skyward
of rising suns that light the kingdoms
the sweet decay of natures’ cycle
For Joy is Life
it tells us so
And beyond life, beyond breath, beyond light
you will find us
dancing
Barragem Santa Clara, Portugal // 17”08”17