To the Origins, let us surrender,
O Earth, let us love—
And tonight, as we sleep
with our warm roots intertwined,
we will dream of birth, dream of Sky,
dream of Sun and Moon,
and dream of the new signatures of the Stars.
And of a River too we will dream—
So long has it been yearning for a way
to the Sea.
And we will dream of creatures everywhere,
of
every tongue;
they will sing to us as we drift along;
across the Earth their echoes will ring.
Resurrection of our own body we will dream—
Another blood, another bone, and flesh.
And we will dream the living plasma
so vital, the secret of all,
that is the Fire unconsumable, consuming.
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Let us begin homeward then
in this land of twilight, the Night
of our descent.
And though we might fear the mouth terrible,
swallowed by a strange and savage soil,
without the instruments of our mind,
we must die, and must sleep,
for we are the
seed of a thousand ancestral flowers—
The Moon will once again be our magical body,
the Sun once
again the center and source of us all;
we again will wed in the celestial Marriage;
once again we are Earth annuals measured
by Time.
One day, we will spring forth again,
a seedling here and there,
and each of us unfolding shall be the gift
we
are,
and to Earth also, our ever thanking.
We will flourish once again,
and with our newly green, entwining arms,
our embraces reaching Skyward,
a sound will rise through us of a Song
once unheard—
A Melody designing the eyes and ears of us;
and there, outpouring to all the world,
the sap bursts into blossom and is homefound.
O! how could we ever forget
that kiss once promised to the Earth—
That, too, is the reminder
of our childlike laughing and joy!
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O a garden we can be!
nourished by our dreams,
remaining ever attuned
to the elements by our awe.
O and the fruit of us
to be plucked!
that superabundant Song,
our fervid play
within the mortal bounds
of our season.
We, the dreamers who surrender
to the Origins of all past,
present, and the ever to come,
from Earth, we are born again.