The Gates of Death

Through the insubstantial pillars of the gates of death

I shall dance my way to heaven

And the Elysian fields of the soul’s free state.

For the dark portals of negations

Are but the shadows of my fears,

While the radiant rhythms of my Dance Divine

Shall dissolve and scatter these

As I enter the Perfect Day

Treading the measures of the stars.

Ruth Saint Denis