The river of creation within you and all beings.
Sitting on the royal throne, you look behind the horizon.
Braiding bright garlands of sacred elements,
you are growing roots, branches and bountiful flowers,
hanging a new leaf, petal or fruit every golden turn.
Spiral levity of the sap turning sun & moon into life:
from root to crown, you ascend the tube of light.
Now, balancing flower gardens on the roof of your head,
you stand in regal power,
moving with flowing ease and graceful dance steps.
O Friend, glorious river of all life,
you are Naked Being beyond any name.