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.
When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
The wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….
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
