I am the voice that speaks:
for there is no other reason, and I am.
I am the music and the speech,
the wind through bone, cool desert moan
curling rush, hollowed and hallowed sound:
I am found as you speak, for there is no other reason, and I am.
As the voice speaks, a poem is heard, aching out our lives:
be still, child: for there is no other reason, and I am.
I need no reasons to speak:
found and forgotten, I am lost and begotten, in you:
for this is-was-will-be the old time, the always-in-life now to be,
still curled in the eye, a bone that sees.
When or you or I are gone, will be a time for weeping
But till then, rejoice breath, celebrate life, forget lies:
so live and happy be, to truly love:
for there is no other reason, and I am. |
