It is dance. Five mudras.
The dancing God
Embraces,
penetrates the Mother.
They are one motion,
one silence.
They are Word.
Utterance and return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Tony, This is wonderful! So very happy to read your poem - 'The dancing God' The mention of 'Mudras' makes it blissful....... A 100 is not enough!