From that edges where you live,
Between that rocks and fields,
That you never ever had build,
It comes just that survival skill.
But reason is to near...
And wilderness is to far.
But this song of returning
Just in this blessed turning,
Brings this madness of becoming...
And between mind and heart,
The soul is asking for singing
The sensual part of these being,
Without any leap of not seeing
This wild spontaneous genius.
Of this magical Wild Mother...
Of this tantric Animal Father...
That just gave us a body,
Just to enjoy this melody
Of these stones memory.
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