The Dance of Vehemence.

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I dance to the tacit tunes of splendid wildness.
Let not the man uncover me in his bare keenness.
Behind, I bequeath my gossamer veil of soberness,
Like an insane, I saltate in my rapturous madness.

My dance is finely sculped in the tranquil zephyr,
As I incite with all the métier my soul can harbour.
I dance to my heart’s marrow, and no person, I care.
Move, I fleetly – to kiss my feet, no sand can dare.

I dance in the swarms of cosmic whirlpool, so wild,
And lift my nimble substance in surges of gracility, so mild.
I flirt with my pixilated shadows, like a child;
As though a pearl of dew, in the elysian lunacy, I slide.

I sway along gently and dance like ne’er before;
Soar like a roiled ocean, to reach my sedated shore.
Fly like a bird, but flock of my burdens, I ignore;
And trip the light fantastic toe to the sacred rhythm, I adore.

I look upto my pristine soul, casting off the sheath;
Getting larger than life, and defying death.
I find my pedes weaving a little poetry, underneath;
And pick up my heart humming a melody on each breath.

Envied angels pair off their finest footfalls with mine,
In the grimmest night, like a silvern moon, I shine.
The stars align in paragon, as my arcs twist and twine;
Crimsoned, I feel on cloud nine, Oh! How do I confine?

My anguish is bolted and deepest void is liberally filled;
I dance like woolgathering with my feet and calm is instilled.
My hieing heart is exalted and sobbing soul is lulled;
In the dance of vehemence, even the cosmos is stilled.

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Where thoughts die and feelings live….

innerself

“Fumbling in the blackest spaces of the intimate emptiness, worries at bay and hopes to stay, she swayed to the melodic rhythm of her soul. Winnowing out pride and embracing love in her stride; croaking beyond the game of shame and blame, she swam the banks of her emotional river. Trampling through and through the murkiest layers of grief and strife she acknowledged her soul dearest. She drenched, drowned and lost herself into the unfathomable profundities of her eternal self. Feeling and freeing limitless, she remained with an innocent fed heart. She rehearsed the “weep of retreat” at the ultimate hark back to her soul. She buried the prosaic rituals of mere living and was adrift on the clear waters of everlasting existence – a pristine pearl in the shell exuding her innate essence. Raising calm in her own presence, she reassembled her fragmentary self. In these unparalled moments of divine silence, she sank in her true self….where thoughts died and feelings lived.”