In The Womb Of A Woman Is Darkness The DARKNESS Where Life Is Born Underneath The Earth Is Darkness The DARKNESS where A Seed Learns To Exceed Whirling And Tired ,Sun,The Bright And The WHITE Waits For The Unfathomable DARKNESS Of Evening To Retire A Lover Finds Solace In The Black Of Your Eye Such Is The Sacrosanct DARKNESS O Woman! My Dusky And Mysterious Ones Why So Much Attention To The WHITE Babble What Entices You To Chase A Chimera When Many Find Your Dusk Elusive Why Feeling Crushed And Locked In A Coerced Guilt When We Know That Without Your Black And Dusk A Rainbow Can't Be Built.
Whirling cold winds, Carrying away dry autumn leaves, Leaves me indulged In reminiscence. Promising though, That new leaves will be sprouting soon, So instead of rejoicing Old reflections, Get ready to make new ones.
When the dancer disappears in the dance disappears in the dancer that state is meditation, the identity dissolves. Dance is the dynamic form of meditation, if you agree, start whirling, NOW!