Maya’s Dance

MAYA’S DANCE

Rings on her fingers and on her toes

studded with jewels from caves

of holy emptiness and yet,

where she goes,

nobody knows.

Maya she dances on waves,

saving myth and longing,

to dress her slaves;

sand on her breasts

washed away

in dreams of becoming.

She doesn’t feel the sky

where, through silent infinity

meteorites fly.

To her, they are fable.

So young and unstable,

she curves with colored

bliss through ocean spray.

In the conscious sea of the brave

Maya, she dances in waves.

Georgi