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.