||[Mar. 4th, 2015|12:21 pm]
We all Immigrant, child.
From nothing we come to a world we did not decide to forms we cannot control.
You black bird did you decide, your crows call.
Caw the blackbird sung.
You O plant are you plant through your willing.
Now that I am born that I have roots let my work be for us, O immigrant Child, for I am you.
Born with another form outside of things I would choose.
For your first best destiny I will fight, and by doing so I will achieve my own.
For we are all entangled energy dancing out our lives in a cosmic see of form about which we have sailed.