Blue is the journey I long to go
White is the gate I open to show the sun my face.
Brown is the road that leads to space
where the sky falls down like the highest hill.
Dark is the river where green trees sail,
where nothing learns to stand quite still
on the visionary road across the hill.
Lofty is the spirit that waves on high
Like a flag of wind that is flown awry
It is visible now to my naked eye
to my naked eye and my naked mind
the flag blows out and wind blows in
they are one and the same like flesh and skin.
My wood and my bone are burnt in the sun
I wave like smoke, crackle like gun
March to meet the starry ground
Where the camps are lit and the spirits sound
Their bugles for burning bone and tongue.