The boy Patanjali,
flying his kite in the breezy Thiramurti hills
one day cut the thread; the kite
sailed over the hills upon the wind;
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You're right Michael - it would make a beautiful dance. Something for next week's class methinks. Thank you for sharing Patanjali's gift - the joy of letting go... And for dedicating this poem to me. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Feels like floating through the poem.Wonderful! Best wishes. A.