In such immaculate conceptions
As science & philosophy,
In broader & more beautiful innovations.
I who first breathed in, creation;
Thought.
The first blessed by electric.

I who give choice.
I who give voice.
I who engenders vision.

Who gives life to the senses.

In the vibrations, I bring coherence;
From "ocean" waves, I bring form.
Amid all the points,
Like stones thrown,
It is I who lift them up
Onto my shoulders.

From the stream, I waded.
Through long strands,
Like tall grass or reeds,
I stood.
From out of the waters, I walked.
In the forests, I awakened.
In the fields, I blossomed.
In the valleys, I bloomed.
On the mountain, I grew.
The clouds parted, the mist evaporated - the fog was lifted.
As I looked to the stars, I knew.

From meditations to communications;
From mediations to resolutions -
It is,
Therefore, I am.

What is hunted for?
For who is searched for?
What is sought?

From nature: knowledge - compassion.

From the cosmos: companions - patience.

From the savagery which birthed civility;
From the meek,
I made strong.

I who go on.

I choose to pass-on,
To divide my belongings to those most deserving.
I who will work with others,
And in that way - do for them.
But never by force,
Through any medium & by any method
Of which that takes shape & form.