The cosmic Dancer
with precision and rhythm
Lifts his hand and feet with grace
Balances his body in thin air.
Smeared in sacred ash
his Eye pierces the firmament
Each particle of the universe
Responds to the vibrations of the primal sound.
All illusions are ripped off its masks...
Every creature bows naked
before the Divine Dancer.
There is love, grace, music and dance.
There is art. And artful gestures.
But artificiality is dead for good.