Dakini at my fingertips, alive,
Dancing midst shadows, amidst light's thrive,
Adorned with bird chirps, nature's sweet song,
In the Japanese garden where she arises.
Graceful, she moves, in mystical flight,
Unveiling secrets, veiled by night,
Her essence, a tale of beauty untold,
In sacred realms, her story unfolds.
Born from the garden, where magic resides,
She journeys forth, with grace as her guide,
and dissolves back to mysteries of the hidden lore,
Dakini, enchanting forevermore.