In your light I learn how to love.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.
Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.
Dance when you're perfectly free.
You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you,
The moon has become a dancer at this festival of LOVE.
Dance where you can break yourself up to pieces and totally abandon your worldly passions.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise.
Whosoever knoweth the power of the dance, dwelleth in God.