--By junior L.
Non ridere, non lugere, neque detestari, sed intelligere.
-Â Spinoza.
A fool's dance is common,
A bribe nonetheless we call it,
The tears of my ancestors,
They too, perhaps have seen even glances of the Dancing princess,
She comes in your sleep and make love to your essence,
A blessing befitting dogs that are starving for the slightest vague emotion,
A commotion among the cosmos,
The dancing princess is nearby,
On our knees we shall pray to her weakness,
If dare we men to shed a tear for her strength,
In solitude of course,
We shall mold her being into clay of thunders,
soft thunders,
Up her feet go,
No thread dares to contest,
A fool's laugh is contagious,
They will fool your mind, and you will think their smile is sincere,
However,
We know the rest is history,
With just her dance,
Love is carried within the deepened parts of our sacredness,
And so,
Were my ancestors, right?
Did they witness her dance?
If so then,
I too shall await you my dear dancing princess.
Namaste.
Amen.