I speak in magical metaphor, and sense comes seeking me
I fix my eye on Spirit, and the words
I clothe myself in rags, and all riches
I cry with those in pain, and wonders
should I take to the broader way
and douse the flames that light me up?
should I lull the storms inside
and take to drinking from an empty cup?
though blackness blot the lifelong sun
I’ll sing of sun through the night
if hope seem dead I’ll burn the dark
I’ll wish your heart into the light
I speak and breathe of flowers, and lions
listen to me
I turn my Soul to living and the sublime
unfolds in me