The dancer's show

Slept within my cosy den,
The sun touched up with its dawny light.

The world was standing with open arms,
To fire me up and give me a flight.

But lo! I was snug enough in my blanket's warmth,
dizzy enought to see the nature's charm.

The sun was calling, I asked him to go,
His dazzling light was too blinding a show.

I danced enough in my sleepy dreams,
I won battles and kissed the queen.

I slept away from the real life,
That stood to welcome me after the night.

When I woke up, my world looked great,
But I had missed the dancer's opening grace.

The dancer is dancing all the time,
Her dance is beautiful and just so fine.

Why does man try to leave the show,
when there is nothing more more worthier than what she shows?

It is pleasure alone that man seeks,
But it is only sorrow that man recieves.

As one who comes always goes,
and as I come, later I will leave this show.

How long will I be a slave of my mind.
How long will the senses master over my life?

When will I win over my own sight,
And pleasure will be won and joy will I find?

When will I stop getting out of the dancer's show,
and sit and enjoy as this show has in it the whole life.

The world is a beautiful music, who knows who made it.
But whoever she was, she was great Great enough to get all the praise.

There is joy even in sorrow.
There is joy even in remorse.

There is joy even in pain.
There is joy even in strain.

There is joy all around,
within everything and in every sight and in every sound.

There is joy as there beauty,
And there is beauty as there is love.

Love is all what there is in this world,
The glue that bonds all atoms in one.

Love is what or how she is.
She is love and she is life...