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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 do

with the

gods and goddesses.

the first step

i learn from the

KuangYing (goddess of mercy)

with a thousand 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

and sanctum

where everything

goes quiet to

let god take

centrestage;

those seconds

in any

dance show

where the

audience's 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 potbelly

i nearly stumble

in my urge to

touch, to rub off

some luck

to level my

years of financial

inadequacy.

and i stand aghast

at the drunken Monk

in torn fabrics

with his mouth tightly

squeezed against

a wine gourd

reminiscent of

a baby suckling

from a mom's

succulent breast.

the whiskered

Kuang Kong (god of war)

in that familiar

honorable martial pose

with his large spear

inspires anybody's

sense of patriotism

and readiness

to make that leap

for action to protect

one's nation.

these multi-faceted gods

and goddesses

boil up my sense

of humour

in the joy

that there are

so many wondrous characters

in the heavens

waiting to light up my life

if i were lucky to enter them.

l saunter through the hall

with the ramayana

gods and goddesses

in caves, in lotuses, on rocks

sending me off

to the real world.

i dance the last

few steps that

herald me back

to the mundane world

.....of toil and pain, senses

a world these gods and goddesses

decide to sacrfice their own paradise

to get me out of.



(rayamana buddhist deities are deities

who forgo their own chance to go

into their heavens temporarily so that they could remain in the human realm to help

mankind get out of the grim cycle of reincarnation