“Sit in a room and read–and read and read. And read the right books by the right people. Your mind is brought onto that level, and you have a nice, mild, slow-burning rapture all the time.”
Come, said my soul,
Such verses for my body let us write, (For we are One),
That should I after death invisibly return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some group of mates the chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth’s soil, trees, winds, tumultous waves,)
Ever with pleas’d smile I may keep on
Ever and ever to the verses owning – as, first, I here and now,
Signing for soul and body, set them to my name,
There are those who dance to the rhythm that is played to them, those who only dance to their own rhythm, and those who don’t dance at all.
I would only believe in a god who knew how to dance.
“We’re so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it is all about.”