You are the winged wrist of the sun disk You are the first child of ancient slime You are the figures traced in the dust You are the unknown in which we must trust You are the way without direction You are a window on the abyss You are the power of vision and all that is seen You are awakening to consciousness You are a tree bearing news of good fruit You are the winding, the winding of the mammalian root You are the I-am-that-I-am you are You are the bright and the morning star You are the wellspring of untamed light You are a song-form forming at night You are the primitive and universal alphabet You are a chain of worlds bound in time