And she opens her arms
to the sides

Dances
with the coronary

ethereal  flowers

ambrosial to the heart

A mimic
inviolable

In the same frequency

of the touch
of the lotus

encircling
my waist

one body
Divine

an indispensable
Lucid trace
to a mind pure

A volatile image of the
universe
in the universe
as the universe

and
almost always there
to be dispersed
like condensed vapor
for the enlightenment
of the other - unaware
of the truth of the self

Rising
from the crest

light of I
the only reason of I
My love dancing
now