Unstoppable as the gust of wind that roars,
And takes the breath away,
Of the mortals and mute creations,
The dancing and laughing ones,
That animate and quite sound,
Of the wonders of Universe,
That occupy petite or colossal space.
I saw thoroughgoing alongside my journeys,
Of this mundane world,
At a glance or in the whirlwind.
The markings of their sprite parleys,
I cannot but be a partaking being,
Among their soulful tap,
Waving their spiteful arms and mindful thoughts.
As the earth below them vibrate,
Creating hymns of bountiful mortals,
Topping the vibrations of collective minds and souls,
Spreading a glee among the non-active.
I could not but be an accomplice,
Among such a on the go company,
I reflected and gazed but little did I realize,
What wealth of picture the Creator painted,
For us to perceive.
Often, when I am on my mat,
In reflective or brooding state,
These thoughts flash through my memory,
Creating a blissful seclusion,
I go into pensive mood of the inner eye,
Marveling at the ability of the human brain,
And then my soul is filled with inner joy,
And so I dance and dance,
As if in a Trance.