Kundalini Splendor

The Besotted Follower

To dance in this field
of radiance,
what will I give?

My good name, long since
taken from me.
My tattered robe,
with mud for its hem--
haven't seen it for days.
Family, friends--all
have turned their faces away.

Still, I dance,
moving this way or that,
following the inner feelings,
celebrating the hidden bliss,
my lone partner
Krishna and his silver flute,
the music which plays only for those
willing to be shattered
again and again,
ravished by sweetness,
torn by joy.

copyright Dorothy Walters