I am not the beginning But I live in a small room near there I wake to light each moment I find the cracks and sing daily expansion songs To their sleep ambitions What I know is alive What I know is green and fearless and unmapped I have given birth to myself with each year's revolution Offering to a larger nourishment Not meant for the stockpile The shadowed storehouses of un-harvest This fertile form wants only to be put to use Planted in rich soil Watered, weeded One of a vast and diverse permaculture Each moment wakes me to light Shedding protective layers So light can breed life Carried in bird beaks On insect wings In the labyrinths of wind Any earth is home And worth knowing I love best any hands that cradle me sacred I love equally the wild that scatter And the even rose I sing equally the sowing song The reaping song And the song of perfect rain I am the joyful offering to any true need And when I am done being seed I will laugh Rename myself "The World" And go on singing this offering song