Spirit of the
festival.
The gentle hum
of feet,
Draws me to the
dance floor,
People calling
for a release,
Crushed by life
but seeking more.
Freed from the
captive chains,
They soon begin
to believe,
The force of the
music can,
Inspire some
small sense of reprieve.
In the heat of wet
bodies,
Comes the power
that unites,
Swaying in time
to a movement,
The spirit of
the festival invites.
Watch how the
vital hubbub,
Takes each
person on a journey,
Discovering the
message of Shanti,
For here together
we’re learning.
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