When you was is                                                                                           you gave it up to strive to be what ain’t.                                                  Your struggle has brought you heartbreak ‘cause you can’t become a saint. 

Though you are as busy as a worker ant I invite you to come to a Ball.

To which you are to come as you

and as you alone you must dance  

the rest of your life you must dance 

with a love that makes sense of it all.

Together, we can study the practice of any living thing which explodes from the center of its being, but not like a firecracker, like the cry of a wolf.