'Yes, our children, these bodies were made to dance, as all things were made to dance. In the silence, the dance. In the stillness, the dance. Within the mighty thunderclap and the restless mountains. In the atom, the atman, the aten, the dance. In the skip of the lamb and the samba of the snake, the flamenco of the flame, the graceful ballet of the moon and sun. In every heart that beats, the dance. That ant crushed beneath your heal, the dance. Those dancing gods and their many gestures. This death, a midwife dressed in dancing shoes. But why, oh why should we speak at all of the dance, when the dance speaks in silence and in the tongue of all things.'

By Uriel

(From 'The Garden Where Four Rivers Flow')