Dancing Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR
Dancing
Death lady's-maid put on garland made of my heads
Held of my hand
Let us dance
In the circle beyond circle
On the edge of a day and its light beyond light
At night beyond night beyond darkness
On the edge of that darkness
On the current of the eternal stream beyond steam
On the wave of beyond wave
Let us dance
Dancing beyond art, beyond existence, non-existence...
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