Returning to Seed

I will plant the seed of us With the ash of a long winter. I will exhale it all away... And begin anew. I'm going down, I'm going under. Returning to soil. Returning to seed. I don't know where I've been, But it is not here where I belong. So, I will sleep now And i will dream of tomorrow On the branch of the wild pear tree He sits, a spangled starling. Each morning I watch for him, With the sun he comes with song. In the breath that moves Through wooden flutes. In the sigh Of the strings of a dilruba, In the lament of a spanish guitar, I remember Here in the soil, I remember who I am... Here in the seed, I remember I'm going down, I'm going under. I'm returning to soil. I'm returning to seed. I'm returning to you I don't know where I've been, But it is not here with you where I belong. So, I will sleep now and dream of tomorrow, So, I will sleep now and dream of tomorrow