Spontaneity

When, like petrified shells, rocks, bones, and skeletons Narrow thoughts, words, and actions show their elegance As the swan of fables bisects water from milk Shouldn't we shred narrowness, though it's, like stones, thick? The tender caress of the Supreme, like the breeze Heals us from the ills of vices and makes us ease May openness fill each tabula rasa head. Optimism, like prophets and messengers, let's spread Harmonized, like the rhythm of a melody We mingle ourselves within cosmic parody. Like an albatross, we fly on a gratis rein. We dance with Nataraja, freed from every pain.