Either a halo
or white hot wild fire
Hair flutters on unknown breezes
as he traverses the inner circle
winding up the altar of Life’s gifts
Passionate eyes ablaze with beauty
like shooting stars
riding on zephyrs of harmony
He is a vision of Shiva dancing
arms akimbo in directive gestures
grounding with each footfall
in gratitude for the Earth
He weaves the web of Live with voices
The song, Oh, the song of infinite Love
Such sweetness fierce
cracks open the heart with tears of delight
