So small a soul, so large a house
with dark and gloomy rooms.
A child divine in search of light
her own light now subsumes.
But within her heart she weaves
the mystic window of her skin
through which her dance takes flight
translucent, pure and wondrous thin
on wings of purest light.
The searching child .. she reaches out
to touch a state of Grace
A bud in flower - a single glance ..
No soul remains untouched by love
as long as spirits dance.
Painting by Polina Yakovleva