Leela

Leela,
The lovely play of life!
What is it, when it is all woman?
Fineness, fabric, famine, abundance?
What is it, when she is all creation?
Mother, grandmother, daughter, wife?
Teacher, solitary tree, floating sky?
What is it: Leela,
Touch, sense, smell, space?
What is it, this elusive essence,
This strange spirit
That embraces, that leaves alone,
That infuses, inspires, destroys, brings to life,
What is it, this leela
In song, in laya, tala,
In colour, movement,
In design, shape, form
In nothingness
In me?