Vishuddhavani

From your vani emerges everything I have to say.

My voice
springs from the things you want to say.
My words
are the meaning in your mind.
My song
is the tune in your heart.
My colours
are the shades of your passion.
My lines
are the shifting horizons you hold out to me.
My dance
Keeps time to your breath.

From your vani emerges everything I have to say.

Panchami 2004

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