NATARAJA, KING OF THE COSMIC DANCE
Dance was a key. It was His most innate nature, to respond to an inner song with every muscle in His body. Night or day, dark or bright, the end, or just signaling a beginning , dance was the form behind all His form.
He was the epitome of motion; flowing on forever, was His constant.
Then again, He knew a perfect stillness.
When He sat alone, He was in deepest oneness, always. When He closed His eyes in self-repose, a most enigmatic dance presented itself to Him; a dance of Time; where the past and the future got animated as players and themselves entertained Him , like performers in a carnival.
He was the epitome of motion; flowing on forever, was His constant.
Then again, He knew a perfect stillness.
When He sat alone, He was in deepest oneness, always. When He closed His eyes in self-repose, a most enigmatic dance presented itself to Him; a dance of Time; where the past and the future got animated as players and themselves entertained Him , like performers in a carnival.
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