<t>Once she danced upon me, the Black Skydancer
until we were united in body and spirit
in the fields beyond death
a few lost heartbeats later,
the gates of death were thrown wide open
giving birth to the beauty of no-one and nothing
She dances again, the Black Skydancer
upon the remnants of a life that used to be
It is not mine
She dances in me
I dance in her
She spins outwards
to the rythm of the seven sculls in her belt
Ecstatic she falls to the ground at the foot of Mount Kailash
motionless her dark-blue body lies on the ground
The dark night of the Dakini descends
crushing all things to dust
The ones held sacred are the last to go
they live on as a memory
until the mind goes blind
I look on to the world through the eyes
It seems like a floral decoration which has been left on the table for too long
I put it in the bin, it is starting to smell
life and death have lost their meaning
I cannot tell the two apart,
they seem like two plants growing on the balcony
intertwined,
one cannot grow without the other
They seem to like it there,
the bees are drawn to the flowers
and the fruit are succulent but quite unfamiliar
The sacred is no longer sacred
beauty is not beauty
neither is joy
If love knew what we use loves name for
it would cry
Looking at the appearance of the world,
it probably does
The plasticbag containing the world was just picked up by the binmen.
Is this all there is?
I ask
At that moment the joyous face of my child appears out of no-where
like a star born of the emptiness of a blank mind
outshining the sun itself
a living, breathing ray of joy
THAT is all there is,
is the answer,
then let`s keep dancing...</t>