1<br> Darkly you sweep on,Eternal Fugitive,round those bodiless rush stagnant space frets into eddying bubbles of light.<br> Is your heart lost to the Lover calling you across his immeasurable loneliness?<br> Is the aching urgency of your haste the sole reason why your tangled tresses breakinto stormy riot and pearls of fire roll along your path as from a broken necklace?<br> Your fleeting steps kiss the dust of this world into sweetness,sweeping aside all waste;the storm centred with your dancing limbs shakes the sacred shower of death over life and freshens her growth.<br> Should you in sudden weariness stop for a moment,the world would rumble into a heap,an encumbrance,barring its own progress,and even the least speck of dustwould pierce the sky throughout its infinity with an unbearable pressure.<br> My thoughts are quickened by this rhythm of unseen feet round which the ankletsof light are shaken.<br> They echo in the pulse of my heart,and through my blood surges the psalm ofthe ancient sea.<br> I hear the thundering flood tumbling my life from world to world and form toform,scattering my being in an endless spray of gifts,in orrowings and songs.<br> The tide runs high,the wind blows,the boat dances like thine own desire,myheartf.<br> ……
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