The primal vision
I wish that I could dance my way out from alone
Step a goddess, into the shopping centre, my joy move
Thru other people, as if all of a sudden we were one
Dance hall, a wave of happiness, I into them go
Beyond my being, into one spirit-soul. Yet, always
Seem blocked, someone’s curse, takes over you all
And I only know joy myself, as I walk thru the mall
Lost, I gaze at strangers to my joy – my Loving self
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