The blue cloud of human dreaming
is entered by the rotund sun.
Golden flakes of fertility
flutter down;
wings of colors, families
of the air.

This is the untimate consumnation:
to be green on the outside,
royal purple deep within.

seed, then
to be flower.
To enclose and be enclosed
in the sacred circle,
in the fragrant ebullience
of the sacred tree.

Let us, in this moment
of primordial recollection,
turn together then,
truthful companions
of the harmonious wings--
attending
to the tonality of colors.

Over my head,
in solitude and in solidarity
with all individuated entities,
I am casting up
a rainbow of reflections.

In our footsteps,
the roots of images
break through the soil.
Here we have share
the source of all magic.


SAS