The temple dancer

I raised a rebellious, crashing voice: Why do you do this to us? So he looked at me where I was standing and said: A servant objects? So I said in humility and bowing: Far be it that I object, I only ask about the reason and seek to understand the wisdom. He replied calmly and majestically: You are all in my service, you belong to me and what your hands possess. You are delicate, attached to my chariot. You may look at the dancers of my temple, contemplate their beauty, pick their flowers, and draw inspiration from their goodness and love. But remember that they are not for you; all your true possessions are these ropes of fiber that forever bind you to my chariot!