Now my five senses br gather into a meaning br all acts, all presences; br and as a lily gathers br the elements together, br in me this dark and shining, br that stillness and that moving, br these shapes that spring from nothing, br become a rhythm that dances, br a pure design. br br While I'm in my five senses br they send me spinning br all sounds and silences, br all shape and colour br as thread for that weaver, br whose web within me growing br follows beyond my knowing br some pattern sprung from nothing- br a rhythm that dances br and is not mine.