For it is with these words that I
tell you how I love thee
It is with these hands that I show
you how much I care
It is with this body that I
dance for you
My soul pouring out
oozing
like golden honey
Sticky with sweet delight
I rejoice
Gopala as my guide I
churn the cream of this life
into butter of forever love and
adoration
I kneel at the feet of the
Divine
No
I do not pray on top of a mountain
I do not pray
underneath a tree
I do not seal myself up in a
cave
It is here
on the dance floor
where I worship
My heartbeat is the rhythm of my mantra
My footsteps pound out the foundation of my thoughts
My breath becomes the invocation
the very words which my heart
are offering as an expression of thanks
addressed to God
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