Sing to me of your soul’s magic,

That I may give mine forth in dance.

Please, be like the river,

And let your rhythm flow downhill to me as it must.

Sing to me of the heavens inside your mind,

The way the night sky winks at me while I brush my teeth.

Place the trappings of society inside parentheses,

And I will, and together we will ascend in purity and truth.

Sing to me of the earth inside your pleasures,

And sing of it with impulse, informing great detail,

For you will be an artist then,

And I will view all of creation inside your hands.

Sing to me of the passion winds inside your heart,

Of your most brutal wounds and of your biggest courage,

So that I may wander your peaks and valleys,

And here or there fall down in grief or fill my belly with laughter.

Please, sing of your soul’s magic like the river goes downhill;

Let me hear how that Eternal Drummer beats his steady rhythm through you.

Truly, we will be together then,

As we dance in harmony with the golden-robed Spirit of the Infinite.