Oh supreme dancer,
Where art thou feet?
Head, face and eyes?
All heads are your heads,
All faces your faces,
And all feet are your feet!
Oh supreme damsel,
What can I sing about your ineffable beauty supreme?
Words return,
From the threshold of your shrine,
With silent dazed faces,
The form of your presence,
Consumes all forms!
The music created by your tapping feet consumes all music!
Are you formless or with form?
Are you musical or without sound?
It is a mystery hitherto.
You’re the supreme taste,
And supreme grace–
Is there any doubt about it?
Dancing light of grace 
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