Here is the morning,
Here is the sun,
Here is the story
Just begun, just begun.
Here I will start,
With love in my heart,
All through the day.
So much to explore -
Tender structures,
And strange textures
Within my soul,
Within my heart.
Now I’m wild,
I’m wild, I’m wild.
Ancient feelings within me,
Ancient feelings within me -
Volcanic knowing,
Volcanic flowing,
Volcanic blowing
Up into the sky and through the earth.
This feeling:
I can touch the earth,
I can know the earth
As my warm lava flows.
The texture of creation
Is rough sometimes
But fertile in the deep,
Fertile in the deepest time.
