I lift up my eyes to you
lifting up my hands and leg
standing on the tip of my leg
like the Indian sanyasins.
Like a yogi and a sadhu
in your unseen presence
I shall dance forgetting myself.
Would you come to me
dancing in prema,
in affection, in emotion,
virtue and kindness,
compassion, in eros,
in creative intimacy.
Thats lovely Tony they way you discribe the dance the movements and the picture is beautifully suited to your words. Annette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the title and it is a beautiful, creative write that moves me, like the grace of a dancer! Thank you for sharing!