Brushwood 2016 by Theresa Guzman |
You that create the diversity of the forms:
Open to my words
You that divide it and multiply it
Hear my sounds
Ancient associates and fellow wanderers
You that move the heart in fur and scale
I join with you
You that sing bright and subtle
Making shapes
that my throat cannot tell
You that harden the horn
And make quick the eye
Making shapes
that my throat cannot tell
You that harden the horn
And make quick the eye
You that run the fast fox
and the zigzag fly
You sizeless makers of the mole
And of the whale
aid me and I will aid you
and the zigzag fly
You sizeless makers of the mole
And of the whale
aid me and I will aid you
I make a blood pact with you
You that lift the blossom
and the green branch
You who make symmetries more true
Who dance in slower time
and the green branch
You who make symmetries more true
Who dance in slower time
Who watch the patterns
You rough coated
Who eat water
Who stretch deep and high
With your green blood
My red blood
With your green blood
My red blood
let it be mingled
I call upon you
You who are unconfined
Who have no shape
Who are not seen
Who have no shape
Who are not seen
But only in your action
I will call upon you
I will call upon you
You who have no depth
But choose direction
Who bring what is willed
That you blow love
upon the summers of my loved ones
That you blow summers
upon those loves of my love
Aid me and I will aid you
That you blow love
upon the summers of my loved ones
That you blow summers
upon those loves of my love
Aid me and I will aid you
I make a pact with you
You who are the liquid
Of the waters
And the spark of the flame:
I call upon you
And guard the growth of the growing things
I make peace with you
You who are the blueness of the blue sky
And the wrath of the storm
I take the cup with you
And the wrath of the storm
I take the cup with you
Earth shakers
And with you
the sharp and the hollow hills
I make reverence to you
the sharp and the hollow hills
I make reverence to you
Round wakefulness
We call the Earth
I make wide eyes to you
You who are awake
Every created thing
both solid and sleepy
Or airy light,
I weave colors 'round you
You who will come with me
I will consider it Beauty
I will consider it
Beauty, beauty
Published by WARLOCK MUSIC, LTD.
1 comment:
Beautiful!
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