She danced and danced
in ecstasy, in small steps,
then in wild steps
going round and round
whirling around in joy
forgetting herself
and her body
immersing and losing herself
in the universal soul.
In the divine dance
Lost in rhythms of trance
she saw the one who died on the cross
and knew that He is the universal soul.
She danced and danced in purity
till she fell down at His holy feet.
Did she exist then?
She forgot her being
cleansing herself at His holy feet.
He watched her dancing
before His benevolent presence.
He smiled and ran to her.
took her on His lap,
sat there and kissed her
whole soul in pure passion.
(She is the soul. He is Christ the lover of her soul)
(Graphic: dance-of-colours-sethu-madhavan, Dancer Painting, fineart america, taken from Photobucket collections from Genovamaaa)
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She met Christ in her dance of ecstasy, in rhythms and music and knew the soul of everything in Jesus the Christ. Makes us feel like Lord Natraj, the great Shiva in divine commune. Thanks poet for this beautiful poem with such divine touch. Thanks.10 to award.