I Am the Dancer

That I might rise above the sorrowed night

In which I live abandoned by delight

My days to serve in darkness and despair

Of inner self recovering its sight,

The pain of the recurring centuries

In which all gains succumb to death's decrees,

A life so brief, so filled with mundane care

That small tormenting troubles never cease.

And yet a guidance stays with me, a grace,

Surrounding wisdom fills this mortal space

Approaching feet upon celestial air

Descend, and the smile of a beloved face

Burns through the veils of human ignorance.

I am the dancer and I am the dance.