The Vineyard Dance Poem by Albert Price

As the celestial music becomes ever faster,
She moves to and fro with the harmony.
And in sync with the Great Master ever more,
She is a bit giddy from the wine of eternity.

All the earthly pleasure occasions her movement,
As swift as the well-trained eye can know.
A creature of fashionable temperament,
She conceals her effort, so it doesn't show.

For the sake of love the dance proceeds,
Without imperfection or constraint of time.
The joy of this dance no one concedes,
But no one denies that it is sublime.

An uncreated rhythm controls the flow,
As selfhood gives all due respect to love.
For Love Himself has built this chateau,
The need for this event and all the above.