Colour-Mood Garland Dancers
Three women adorned Adepts of the craft of bodily movement
Offering goddesses serving mudra to those wise and worthy
Arms stretch and swirl like flickering flames
Fingers draw wind with precision
Painted faces sway to the intricacy of the variable rhythms
The Eyes reveal their power, to lure, to paint the moments
Longing, leaping, fluttering, stomping
Resting in the richness of the anklet bells
Stories told. Of longing for union.
Of Love and Of Gods. Of mundane affairs.
The spiritual journey. Trading words for gestures and motion
The language of the body and the makers of the music.
Holding the tension of the ecstasy to the specs of the formula.
So much to know. It appears the guru has been served well.
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