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i could have danced away

in the lotus bloom,

the wood that

comes to life

under the hands

of a master carver.

my eyes fleet from

one sacred countenance

to the next,

the prelude to the

mystic dance

i am drawn to dance

with the

gods and goddesses.

the first step

i learn from the

KuangYing with a

hundred hands,

so graceful

and delicate

they curl to

form an arc

above her.

my heart

goes afflutter,

my limbs soft

my soul flies

in her gaze.

if i could

just possess

two of those

wonderful hands,

i would

swing them

in the

ballet world.

the sakyamuni

buddha in his

meditative stance -

the depth

that it brings

my heart to

the sacred world -

that empty realm

where everything

goes quiet to

let god take

centrestage;

those seconds

in any

dance show

where the

audience mind

is led to

run on  

infinity,

every dancer

still like me

enthralled

at the buddha's

magic and spiritual aura.

the laughing budda

with his big belly

boils up my humour

lights up my spirit,

in the joy

that there are

so many interesting characters

in the heavens

waiting to cheer me up

if i am lucky to enter them.

l saunter through the hall

with the

gods and goddesses

seeing me off

to the real world.

i dance the last

few steps that

herald me back

to the mundane world

of toil and pain....