You that love lovers

You that love lovers,
this is your home. Welcome!
In the midst of making form.
love made this form that melts form,
with love for the door,
soul for the vestibule.
Their dance is our dance.
We rarely hear the inward music,
but we're dancing to it nevertheless,
directed by the one who teaches us,
the pure joy of the sun,
our music master.
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You may have lived many years in a city,
But as soon as you fall asleep,
Another city rears in your mind,
Full of its own good and evil
And your own city - the one you lived in for years -
Vanishes completely from your memory.
You do not say, "I am a stranger here; this is not my city."
You think you have always lived there.
You think you were born and bred there.
Are you amazed, then, that your soul
Does not remember its ancient home?
How could you remember?
She is wrapped in the sleep of this world
Like a star shrouded by the clouds,
And she has tramped through so many cities,
And the dust that darkens her vision
Has not yet been swept away.