I have awakened to a land called Hu.
I fling my senses in all directions
and love sings.

Green and living I am
and with greening things
I am friend.

I cry out--not publicly, but demure.
I conceal and voice
to God.

How is that the air has become so crowded?
Spirit fills balloons as large as the sun.

I am not breathing this
so that it becomes what it is.

All breathes and all sings
and this is where I am.