The problem is you have forgotten
how to play.
You do not enjoy yourself enough.
Let me tell you a story.
Say it to yourself—"I play
therefore I am."
One and one—make one.
You and the divine.
You enter, creative,
clash cymbal and drum,
design pleasant stigmatas
for your feet and hands.
I never wanted torture.
Make your colours breed.
Let your words revel into dark
and out again. Then what?
The presence has moved on.
You were all that—there is more.
God is beyond you—yet you know God.
You and God are partners in that dance.
— Dr. Susan McCaslin
