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DANCING GOD by Paraschiva Florescu

I wrote this poem as an offering to God...

 I wrote it in a moment when I felt overflowed with gratitude and love to Krishna, or the Supreme All-attractive Personality of Godhead. During my daily mantra meditation, I felt the sound vibration of the Hare Krishna mantra -a mantra chanted in the Bhakti tradition - so strong, that I suddenly imagined God dancing on my tongue, and my body became a shiver, and my heart opened with an abundant river of love. Every time I read this poem, I imagine beautiful, dark Krishna dancing, and my soul begins dancing too.

 Dancing God
by Paraschiva Florescu 

His name comes out in a cry 
my mouth rolls with anticipation 

look how He dances on my tongue 
how with each step He presses the soft sole 
my skin rising in ecstasy 

and He rolls on the edge of my heart 
from His hands mercy flowing like rivers 

I yearn for Him to find me 
pull me up from the back of my neck 
place me on His chest
father-like with warmth 

this time I will not leave 
for I have known darkness and strangers 
enough enough 

now He comes home
a golden pulse of life, unmovable light 
He watches 

and I catch His tears and make them my own 
as He becomes space of silence 
the unspoken words and happenings of my life 
as He becomes sweet taste on my lips 
the soft turning of time 

on my tongue 
He dances dances dances
and never stops 

Paraschiva FlorescuI am a Law student at Edinburgh University, but I also organize Kirtans and introductory bhakti yoga sessions for the student community. I enjoy writing poetry, studying the scriptures, reading and I recently finished a Kirtan course in the Radhadesh community in Belgium, after which I am inspired to spread kirtan throughout Scotland and introduce Krishna to many souls with a thirst for hearing. I can be reached at and I publish regularly poetry on my blog.

 ~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!


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