We danced like melted chocolate that night

                                   in Damanhur.

Like streams of dream which flow with purpose,

 we gathered in the Labyrinth

 and prayed –

We prayed with stone and danced with thought,

  we chased with fingers in the Hall of Spheres,

  and tangled all into a shining knot

Through which the earth has bound

            our souls

to life and nothing more.

We woke our bones in sunrise

and chewed on aysh bread with beans.

 We laughed

when we suddenly knew –

There wasn’t going to be a last supper.

No, none of that betrayal and crucifixion

 here in the Blue Temple!

Just the redemption of our sleep and sweat

 from centuries of not being awake

 or of working too much,

And never dancing enough,

The way we danced that night

                             in Damanhur.