Hips, locked into position, poised, ready to strike.
I now strike a pose, hair swaying from one direction to the other, even warriors, fear me now.
I looked down, on the parched ground that was once fertile, this is where it all began.
One crazy afternoon, when i decide to start dancing.
Thing is, when I dance, it evokes the power cosmic. I have no inhibitions, no regrets, fear dissolves the moment I gaze upon it, my majestic grace simply rolls everything around me in motion. My motionless stance reverberates every single atom around me, I am now, the beat.
Dance! I am power! I am grace! I am time!
I am destruction!
I am birth!
I am death!
I am liberty!
I strike the ground, waiting for no one, but Shakti.
Shakti, you are now, me.