My mind is trembling with creation.

No preceding is enlarged by thought
cause the thought is exploding,
wanting to burst.

Feeling the mind rambling
as a new, wanna be, born child.

The sky is high
but I'm the sky in this earth,
the god not seen by and me.

Believing creatures of light and darkness
touching this reality with my hands.

Foreseen adventures.

Feeling the wind growing,
selling the past as passes for future form.

Man swelling on Nature's lap
- great mother of unknown knowledge 
absolute sovereignty.

Clap the hands of silence.

Howling wolves on the horizon.

Cheers oh Great Spirit!