Dance Of Shiva Poem by john tiong chunghoo

Dance of Shiva

Dance of Shiva

my leg is up, tilted
a lotus rises out of muck
my head raises high
the sun shines so bright
my heart floats
in a sea of euphoria
worries dribble down
to the bottom of filth
enlightenment...is
the lifting of the soul
out of the smudges
of desires laden with
the weight of sins
flashes of the morning sun
stream through the mist
cleanses the heart for joy
my legs take me to the
land of divine dance
where every cell tiptoes
to the light of spiritual
renewal and contentment
a light clearing the air
burning away sins, clearing
the path for the steps of
divinity to rise out of
this muck, this physique
that holds a piece of diamond,
ever ready to flash in tandem
to the love pervading
the cosmos, ever ready to
pierce and raise this clouded heart
so that it rests on a pedestal
of peace, of a purity
that beats to the
eternal dance of shiva nataraja
lighing up the path
taking us to the unison
of body, mind and soul
in a spotless flame of divinity


john tiong chunghoo


my leg is up, tilted
a lotus rises out of muck
my head raises high
the sun shines so bright
my heart floats
in a sea of euphoria
worries are washed down
enlightenment...is
the lifting of the soul
out of the smudges
of desires laden with
the weight of sins
and human sufferings
flashes of the morning sun
streaming through the mist
cleanses the heart for joy
my legs take me to the
land of divine dance
where every cell tiptoes
to the light of spiritual
renewal and contentment
a light clearing the air
burning away sins, clearing
the path for the steps of
divinity to rise out of
this muck, this physique
that holds onto to a piece
of diamond, ever ready to flash
in tandem to the love pervading
the cosmos, ever ready to
pierce this clouded heart
so that it rests on a pedestal
of peace, that beats to the
eternal dance of shiva nataraja
lighing up the path
taking us to the unison
of body, mind and soul
in a spotless flame of divinity