to romance her, the muse as brahma
defined by a gleaming heart
she implodes as a waterfall
turned inside out
all it took was the same
lone, longing that pervades all senses
in equa=balance
pedestrian, we walk the same
lines of time and finite struggles
who among you has stayed
to cheer on wealth belonging only
to your self? when your Self can
find every note's bliss
as a dancer's dream
confides? |