The Source

My muse, you are where all life lives

The future’s source

You are the gauge to test all knowledge

Font of experience

Long years we were alien to you

In narcissistic histories

Now, contrite I stoop to you

For all we do is by your light


My consequence is in your being

For better and for worse

From you alone the future springs

In lovely day or darkest night


You are heart-beat and sap-flow

Breath of the world

You are sunrise and sunset

Noon-sweet shade

You are fierce tides surging

Over rolling stones

You are lives evolving

As species cascade

You are the vanished calling

From sensual moments

When all life happens

And futures are made

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