You that love lovers,
this is your home. Welcome.
In the midst of making form,
love made this form that melts form,
with love for the door
and soul for the vestibule.
Watch the dust grains
moving in the light near the window.
Their dance is our dance.
We rarely hear the inward music,
but we are all dancing to it nevertheless,
directed by the one who teaches us,
the pure joy of the sun,
our music master.
