Both dance the same dance
The creator and the created
Own the same truth to dance the same dance
And hence the grace
If you see the green of the leaves
The shine of the crystal
And the black of the night
You realize it is the same dance
The artiste and the art
What dawns on the creator
To push the veil
To run the rail
Until movement happens
Who else is the movement but the moved
Yes, both dance the same dance
And hence the true grace
Where does the dance go
Having come with the dancer?
What could then dance be
Other than the dancer
And hence the fluid grace
Since they dance the same dance
The dance remains
And hence the grace
yes, only when both dance the same dance, the grace shall ne truthful.......read a poem of mine called THEY SAY YOU ARE DANCING. I am voting a 10 for this poem.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Both the ends are so very well blended in a complete circle..that none could find out where is the opening.... great insight.. :)