Into the place where the next begins,
The Shiva in me strides to destroy
The past, dancing on light feet, on fire,
The dance of the soul with slow-moving
Limbs and lifting hair, danced each instant
To the beat of the heart, the circle a circuit.
The walls of a working brain contain it
Not—I know I’m keeping you in mystery,
Staring at you now, holding out words,
You wondering what it is, how it began:
Until you give the thing a name, nothing.