Lila
What is it matters, crazy one?
— The play of spirit in the universe,
the soul dancing its myriad dances
to the old remembered tune;
the joy-tinks dancers intersperse
among the stars, the heart's pursuit
within the maddened fancy's whirl
of One who dances opposite;
the spirit's singing ecstasy
in leaf and flower and powerful root,
in wind and sun and the limbs of a girl,
and leaping waves of the sea;
the beat, the eternal rhythmic beat
of pulsing blood, the swirl and sway,
the poise, the peace, the contemplation,
the miracle deep joy
of endless interplay.
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