An invalid girl asked, 

“How do I dance?”

We told her:

let your heart dance.

Then the crippled girl asked,

“How do I sing?”

We told her:

let your heart sing.

A poor dead thistle asked, 

“How do I dance?”

We told it,

let your heart fly in the wind.

God asked from on high, 

“How do I come down from this blueness?”

We told Him:

come dance with usin the light.

The entire valley is dancing 

in a chorus under the sun. 

The hearts of those absent 

return to ashes.
 
 
 

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