Without your identity where are you
Without your intention where are you
Without your light where are we
Where then might our catchment content be
Born into the valley
Given to the clay as given to the water
Thus to call out all over the oceans
Thus to climb up to the top of the hills
Without sight how might I see you near me
Without sound how might I round you up
Without scent how might your aroma fill me
Where then might our essence ever dwell
Scattered to the four winds
Gifted to the previous attachments
Is it ever to parade itself majestically
Thus to bounce lightly on and into the night
