May in your spirit I pass through
And in the ground reside
You hear my whispers silent
As the deepest waters carry
The lighter waters     with no trickle
No drip in the pond or in the sea     I wait
When waiting covers mountains
In snow and deserts move
As you move    As the first seeds were
Planted in my ***** and the first huts
Were built with my arms      I wait
As I pass as I myself move as I rest
From here to there I am to you fashioned