I.
From the fortress of my nakedness
I go forth,
singer of songs,
speaker of dreams.
My voice is the sea,
reaching out to the life
that it has spawned.
My voice is the wind,
whispering in your ear.
I speak for them,
to a world grown deaf,
I speak for the earth,
I speak for time,
I speak for what was before time,
I speak for what still is,
and for what, singing,
shall yet be.
II.
I speak for the dream,
and for what is behind the dream,
I speak for waking,
I speak for the sun
and all its creatures,
for other suns
and other creatures
born of other light.
I speak for the light
and also for the darkness,
for the starry void
from which all this
has come.
III.
I speak from the heart of fire,
my words are tongues
that devour and purify.
I speak from the abiding silence of earth,
giving life and receiving it.
I speak from the movement of air,
informing all with life and thought.
I speak from the world of water,
birthing all life.
I speak from spirit,
from the breath of life,
moving this world and all worlds,
from a place before and beyond,
from a time that simply is.
IV.
I speak from the southwest of the cosmos
to its north, and its southeast,
to its northwest, its northeast,
and then back again,
from what is above,
and what is below,
from what there is to know
and from what there is to dream.
V.
I speak for the beginning and the end
that never were,
for him and her
that are the same,
a vibration
echoing through
the universe.
VI.
In the purity of the elements,
life will return
to the parched corn
of many colors.
