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

Krishna

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 Florescu: I 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 para.skevi@yahoo.com and I publish regularly poetry on my blog.

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