For that which is boundless in you
abides in the mansion of the sky,
whose door is the morning mist,
and whose window are the songs
and the silences of night.
Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast..
you shall not fold your wings
that you may pass through doors,
nor bend your heads
that they strike not against the ceiling..
nor fear to breathe
lest walls should crack and fall down.