“Life dance”
What follows, in such time as has not
comes yet waits for me to find it?
What dreams drift in mists
covering what unfamiliar peaks?
What unexpected mime is being readied
for me, and what part will I have?

In any case the tale will be
the Fool’s, with his naked joy, his Bride
dancing down the world of time,
somersaulting unto whenever they arrive_
awry, askew, rumpled, roses in their hair!
How unthinkable to go with them!
To open fingers, toes, eyes, arms,
for receiving their grace so graceless,
to see their faces down-white, death_
what their gaze shining as moonrise!
How thinkable! But heart
bends to them as toward flowers.
so bend. Perhaps_ be mended.

Perhaps_why not?_be thrown by
wind into their wild sweeps of sky
where up and down are words only,
where see reaches and ragged spume
became living whether or not I
choose it so, where I am pitched
and tossed in a game whose stakes
are higher than I can encompass!

shout! Rush into all storms
but with honest in tent. The Fool
and his Bride are truth,
honest and honestly moonstruck, and
they dance in hurricanes,
In the very eye itself. In space.
So in some fashion they stand
beyond me in storm. Dancing. Calling.
Blurred and whirling in time
neither before nor after, I must
go or fall away forever, forever.

Raj tamu
KSA