I Am Your Own Voice Echoing Off

Heart Is A Sea, Language Is The Shore. Whatever Is In A Sea Hits The Shore.

Make My Heart, O Heart Of The Universe, A Divine Bird That Nests Only On The Throne Of God.

Be A Helpful Friend, And You Will Become A Green Tree With Always New Fruit, Always Deeper Journeys Into Love.

We Are All The Same Listen To The Reeds As They Sway Apart; Hear Them Speak Of Lost Friends. At Birth, You Were Cut From Your Bed, Crying And Grasping In Separation. Everyone Listens, Knowing Your Song. You Yearn For Others Who Know Your Name, And The Words To Your Lament. We Are All The Same, All The Same, Longing To Find Our Way Back; Back To The One, Back To The Only One.

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.