"are we human or are we dancers?"
with a mild case of pyromania,
or other manias
which speak perhaps
a thing or more
about an innate driving desire
-a nature to nurture
which outward, fascinate ?
Its all simply quite intricate; Its all intricately quite simple.
All seems beautiful to me;
I can repeat over to men and women, You have done such good to me, I
would do the same to you.
I will recruit for myself and you as I go;
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go;
I will toss the new gladness and roughness among them;
Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me;
Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.
Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear, it would not amaze
Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear’d, it would not
Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air, and to eat and sleep with the earth.