Sunday, July 26, 2009

The Dance

I think this is what Zen is supposed to feel like.

I leap
Over endless peaks
Clothed in unbearably light infinity.
I dance
Till I am ground
To a halt.Reminiscent of sleep.
My feet aren't mine;
But my toes itch
Till I anoint them with balm.
I spin around the realm
Of my being,as I watch myself
Playing truant with eternity;
Teasing and tilting
The delicate balance
Of what I think I perceive.

1 comment:

ankita said...

The unbearable lightness of being.