The dance of dances
The that that holds existence within its womb,
which though in stillness, propels life in motion,
donning for each performance, a new costume,
as both the burning sun and the cool ocean,
is felt when bliss within form begins to zoom,
serving our presence with utmost devotion.
God’s dance beauteous is at play everywhere,
recognised by void-centric souls who’re aware.
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