To Rama

To Rama

Her hair, swoosh, swoosh
Her feet tap, pound, slide
Her hands clap, stretch in mudric shapes
Her smile slides open with no tension
Her eyes fill with the waters of all bodies

The Dance that you have taught her
She calls you to now

She could dance alone
Her body bulges and gives birth to worlds
With every turn, bow, arch and bend
That is dance enough

But in truth Her dance
Is Her expression of Love for You
Every movement shakes free a lifeline of compassion
You tend to the children, You care for all of them
She can never be distracted from Her dance of You
The birth is Hers
The burden of the crying children is Yours
She only dances for You

Her body drips with the bloods of births
The contractions are only convulsions of ecstasy
She sees only Her form everywhere
Which stands in Your heart
The twinkle in Your eye
Is the rose from the garden
Of your yet to be awakened desire

Come dance with Her now.

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