I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.
The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.
He said, You are not mad enough.
You don't belong in this house.
I went wild and had to be tied up.
He said, Still not wild enough to stay with us.
I broke through another layer into joyfulness.
He said, It is not enough. I died.
He said, You are a clever little man
full of fantasy and doubting.
I plucked out my feathers and became a fool.
He said, Now you are the candle for this assembly.
But I'm no candle. Look. I'm scattered smoke.
