Monday, October 30th, 2023
Pune, India
In honour of the recent full moon, Sharad purnima, I submit this poem:
RASA DANCE
Under the night sky of scarlet red
And no-breeze trees above the head
Was the tingling sweet sound
Of ankle bells upon the ground
It was the Sharad season
When mind does not reason
But fades into a trance feel
Nothing short of romance appeal
The moon was not just a slit
But full, whole, a perfect fit
Beneath that glow was a dance
Moreso a fine, divine dalliance
One and eight serious stepping souls
Moved in synchronistic folds
The circle – an endless curve
Was uninterrupted with soothing nerve
At the centre – a stunning male
With village girls in saree veils
All moving in rhythmic stride
Demonstrated a charming pride
There's an innocence to this all
A pureness that followed a flute's call
A dance beyond the mundane
In evening calm where vice did wane
– By Bhaktimarga Swami
MAY THE SOURCE BE WITH YOU!
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