i want to become the yellow maple
sink my roots into dirty earth
sip sanguine sunshine through languid leaves
i want to test the limits of color
find the boundaries between light and dark
and slip in amongst the surfaces of things
i want to fashion of my soul a sounding bell
tuned to vibrate with the thoughts of the earth
so that through me the creative tone can re-sound
i want to share the brilliance in the wind
the wisdom of the falling leaves
and the deep compassion of the waters
i wish for the people of the world to know they live in grace
that their every moment is a gift
and that every breath can be a triumph
the future of these worlds drips from my soul like honey
and i call to them with the boundaries of my consciousness:
come, be as a seed in my soul
and i shall water you with my life