Sing to Me, Place of My Heart

SING TO ME, PLACE OF MY HEART

Sing to me, place of my heart, sing to me as I sing to you,
Songs of joy and merriment, laughter and beauty.
Place of my heart, I sing to you with a flying spirit.
I sing to you, waves lapping the shore, curling over yourself to swell again,
I sing to you, tall trees of redwood and pine, evergreen faces on the mountainside,
I sing to you, little duck, as you sing to your mate,
And to his mate also, quacking back your broken song, I sing to you,
And to the whirring boat engine speeding past,
The marvelous engine pulling along the daring wakeboarder,
To both of you, and to your driver, and to your companions, I sing.
To the sky, too, I sing, and the one cloud that is there seeking refuge,
And to the sun blazing I sing my merry song.
I sing my song of brother and connectedness,
Of joy and rebirth in each other.
Do you see that I am all of you?
Wave, boat, duck, tree, all are me and are the best of me.
And you people, you are of me, you know me and are made pure within me,
You at your sport, at your luncheon or your relaxation,
You become you by me.
Here I may look into the eyes, the souls, of my brothers
And see therein myself, my pure self, my sweet self,
Place of my heart, made myself by you at last.