IN TIME TO THE MUSIC

I am a child.
I have no mother.
I have no father.
I am unloved.

I am a rock,
Not an abstraction of the form!
I have no need of dying,
No need for crying,
I am one!

I have the earth,
I have the heavens,
The Gods are at my command.
I am EVERYTHING - alas -
I am nothing!
I have the hells as well,
I am unloved.

I am the winds' grace,
I am the stars' face,
I am the cycles' pace,
I am humanities' race.
I was concieved of hate and have become
The songs' son and am one.

My deed is indeed in dying.
A hundred deaths or more.
My form is in which all of life must run,
And through living -
Once more be reborn.

Oh endless link of existence,
Routine unseen.
I am consistent only in feeling,
All of these things.

ZCMI 9/67