Discover A New Perspective
Dance. Dance between them with light feet
That the world might give way to your dancing heat
Fold away the cold iron of yourself
Grow from it a sword, and forever hoard
The dancing of God;
Who prances above and bellow room and board.
Talking of God
Talking of mud
Is the same,
For the breath of the dancer
Leaves us all to blame.
I wonder, I wonder If in the depths of our slumber, We ever dream to cease our ceaseless number. Perhaps our questions are naught but answers, Perhaps answers are naught but questions, Our pride is pr
I am scratched and itched, and old and young; I am the red greened apples, And love high-strung. There can be no words that pump as the heart does; Flesh and Fire, The forge of God's young.
I heard it before, Once long ago; Come and get me... The night grew young, And the dew was ripe; Come and get me... A voice not found is one that can always be heard; Come and get me...
