The Cosmic Dance

To and fro 

my hands do sway.

The dancers dance, 

the players play.

I do not want 

to lose my chance,

to honor this life

of impermanence. 

When I tire,

in need of a buzz,

the energy comes,

it always does.

And when there’s fear,

I carry on,

to the end of this:

my mortal song.

I watch in awe,

I’m not the lead.

I am the dance—

the dance is me 

Every move is a joy,

each form takes its place,

when I sit in this truth,

and relax in its space.

In Shiva’s tender arms,

embraced– 

I shall not render

this dance a waste.