When,
in moonbeams’ thrall,
you’re bidden dance,
remove the veil from your eyes;
walk the dim halls of mystery
with feet
bare of all encumbrance;
enter the sacred grove
stripped of all pretension;
join the dance,
naked,
knowing
that life is light-
everlasting.
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 7:31 PM UTC
When,
in moonbeams’ thrall,
you’re bidden dance,
remove the veil from your eyes;
walk the dim halls of mystery
with feet
bare of all encumbrance;
enter the sacred grove
stripped of all pretension;
join the dance,
naked,
knowing
that life is light-
everlasting.