Today is the night of the dancing god,
tonight he dances with ecstasy.
With a leg on the vanquished demon,
the other swinging in space, he sways.
Dancing to the beat of his own drum,
the beat that resonates in everything.
A hand with a ball of flame in it,
surrounded with a circle of flames,
he plays with fire by controlling it.
With delicate third and fourth hands
he creates an image of beauty,
pointing them in opposite directions.
Eyes closed in joy tonight is to see,
that which dances in the world,
through our breathing selves.
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