you that create the diversity of the forms   open to my words   you that divide and multiply it   hear my sounds   I make yield league to you   ancient associates   and fellow wanderers   you that move the heart   in fur and scale   I join with you   you that sing bright and subtle   making shapes that my throat cannot tell   you that harden the horn   and make quick the eye   you that run the fast fox and the zigzag fly   you sizeless makers of the mole and of the whale   aid me and I will aid you      I make a blood pact with you   you that lift the blossom and the green branch   you who make symmetries more true   you who consider the angle of your limbs   who dance in slower time   who watch the patterns   you rough coated who eat water   who stretch deep and high   with your green blood   my red blood let it be mingled   aid me and I will aid you      I call upon you   you who are unconfined   who have no shape   who are not seen   but only in your action   I will call upon you   you who have no depth   but choose direction   who bring what is willed   that you blow love upon the summers of my loved ones   that you blow summers upon those loves of my love   aid me and I will aid you      I make a pact with you   you who are the liquidness of the waters   and the spark of the flame   I call upon you   you who make fertile the soft earth   and guard the growth of the growing things   I make peace with you      you who are the blueness of the blue sky   and the wrath of the storm   I take the cup of deepness with you   earthshakers   and with you the sharp and the hollow hills   I make reverence to you   round wakefulness we   call the earth   I make wide eyes to you   you who are awake   every created thing both solid and sleepy   or airy light   I weave colours round you   you who will come with me   I will consider it beauty