The Dance



Love so powerful
Love so divine & pure
Concentrated it was, only
At a point beneath her left breast
Love devoid of bodily desires -

That's the kind of love she had, for him -
The one who was not meant to be loved,
But worshipped.
For her, no worship was complete without love
And love meant the highest worship.

She danced and sang -
Her heart calling out His name
His throne shook and His heart longed -
To be with her and play His flute.
They danced together -
The purest sensual dance,
The whole world watched -
As the Lord became the devotee
And the devotee merged with the lord.


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