<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=423229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I dance with the Gods and Goddesses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i could have danced away<br>in the lotus bloom, <br>the wood that <br>comes to life <br>under the hands <br>of a master carver.<br>my eyes fleet from<br>one sacred countenance<br>to the next, <br>the prelude to the<br>mystic dance <br>i am drawn to do <br>with the <br>gods and goddesses.<br>the first step <br>i learn from the <br>KuangYing (goddess of mercy) <br>with a thousand hands, <br>so graceful <br>and delicate<br>they curl to <br>form an arc <br>above her.<br>my heart <br>goes afflutter, <br>my limbs soft<br>my soul flies<br>in her gaze.<br>if i could <br>just possess<br>two of those <br>wonderful hands, <br>i would <br>swing them <br>in the <br>ballet world.<br>the sakyamuni<br>buddha in his<br>meditative stance -<br>the depth <br>that it brings<br>my heart to <br>the sacred world -<br>that empty realm<br>and sanctum<br>where everything<br>goes quiet to<br>let god take <br>centrestage; <br>those seconds<br>in any <br>dance show<br>where the <br>audience's mind <br>is led to<br>run on <br>infinity, <br>every dancer<br>still like me <br>enthralled<br>at the buddha's<br>magic and spiritual aura.<br>the laughing budda<br>with his potbelly<br>i nearly stumble<br>in my urge to <br>touch, to rub off<br>some luck<br>to level my <br>years of financial<br>inadequacy.<br>and i stand aghast<br>at the drunken Monk <br>in torn fabrics <br>with his mouth tightly<br>squeezed against <br>a wine gourd<br>reminiscent of <br>a baby suckling<br>from a mom's<br>succulent breast.<br>the whiskered <br>Kuang Kong (god of war) <br>in that familiar<br>honorable martial pose <br>with his large spear<br>inspires anybody's<br>sense of patriotism<br>and readiness <br>to make that leap<br>for action to protect<br>one's nation.<br>these multi-faceted gods<br>and goddesses<br>boil up my sense<br>of humour<br>in the joy<br>that there are <br>so many wondrous characters<br>in the heavens<br>waiting to light up my life<br>if i were lucky to enter them.<br>l saunter through the hall<br>with the ramayana <br>gods and goddesses<br>in caves, in lotuses, on rocks<br>sending me off <br>to the real world.<br>i dance the last<br>few steps that <br>herald me back<br>to the mundane world<br>.....of toil and pain, senses <br>a world these gods and goddesses<br>decide to sacrfice their own paradise<br>to get me out of.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(rayamana buddhist deities are deities<br>who forgo their own chance to go <br>into their heavens temporarily so that they could remain in the human realm to help <br>mankind get out of the grim cycle of reincarnation)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=423229" data-title="I dance with the Gods and Goddesses de John Tiong Chunghoo" data-description="i could have danced away in the lotus bloom, the wood that comes to life under the hands of a master carver. my eyes fleet from one sacred countenance to the next, the prelude to the mystic dance i am drawn to do with the gods and goddesse..."></div> </div> </div>

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