I recommend that for two months every year
you run wild in creation;
that you become naked and primal;
that you run through forests and pasturelands,
mountains and sea shores:
and there, amidst pine trees and brambles,
wild herbs and scrub brush,
lilacs and laurels,
in waves and in rivers,
howling with the wind and searching the stars
you light the seven flames of God
within your body
until your whole body sings
and your mind clears like mountain pools;
your heart opens like wild flowers;
and your desire to live fully in love becomes stronger
than your strongest aversions:
then your emotions will open to flow like rivers;
your passions become innocent as children
and God’s primal ecstasy will shimmer through your being
as the crown of your heard lifts up
like two doors of the sun
to let the warm flame of God
seep and soak your brain and body
until through your voice is born
such energy of words and songs,
such freedom and forgiveness,
such passions of peace,
such wisdom as poetry,
such laughter and leaping,
such sorrow and sighing,
such compassion and creation
as to inspire one soul,
someone, somewhere,
into kindredness of desire,
into vision and emotion
which impels them to take two months a year
to run wild in creation; become naked and primal;
running through forests and pasturelands;
mountains and sea shores
and there, amidst pine trees and brambles,
wild herbs and scrub brush,
lilacs and laurels,
in rivers and waves
they might howl with the wind
and search through the stars
lighting the seven flames of God
within their body
until their whole body sings
and their mind clears like mountain pools;
their heart opens like wild flowers;
their desire to live fully in love becomes stronger
then their strongest aversions;
as their emotions open to flow like rivers;
their passions becomes innocent as children
and God’s primal ecstasy shimmers through their being
until the crown of their heard lifts up
like two doors of the sun
to let the warm flame of God
seep and soak both brain and body
until through their voice is born
such energy of words and songs,
such freedom and forgiveness,
such passions of peace,
such wisdom as poetry,
such laughter and leaping,
such sorrow and sighing,
such compassion and creation
as to inspire one soul,
someone, somewhere,
into kindredness of desire,
into vision and emotion
which impels them to take two months a year
to run wild in creation;
become naked and primal…