When this bud grows
Like a body taking root
Each breath taken is a word
Imaginings, sounds, emotions mingle together
Weaving one robe arounf us
Our hands join
Our lips form in unison
Every word we say is the command of the high priestess
The rest is sand…
The rest is dust…
Only the sand blows then swirls and disappears
But we still dance
A dance that only we know
Our souls are like a palanquin
So just take a seat
And we will take all
Because
We
Are
One
By ; Dian Sastro Wardoyo
