The Voice of the Heart

I'll gather up the sky within my hand, and spill it on the mountains high,
And dewdrops like the droplets of the dawn will scatter far and nigh.
I'll fill my chest with one full breath of winds of silver, clean and fast —
And hear my heart's own voice command: "Now blossom! Love! Create at last!"

All hail, the fiery footfall of the heaven's knights of light!
All hail, the snowy Empress – our dear mother Earth so fair!
And birch trees in the quiet groves will whisper through the night,
And golden poplars will bow down their heads in silent prayer…

I'll tune the wind's own strings with my unmanageable hands,
I'll take a gulp of Life's own breath… My comrade, look and see
How distant constellations fall as verse on all the lands,
And rivers made of fire come flowing out of me!

The planet, fresh and new, will smile with gratitude so deep —
And that smile will ignite a whirl of joyful, fiery rays.
And then my heart will beat in rhythm with the Light's own pulse and leap,
And in the sky, the pattern of all future days will blaze.

10.08.2005