I have awakened to a land called Hu.
I fling my senses in any direction and love sings.
Green and living I am
and with greening things
I am friend.
I cry out–not publicly, but demure,
concealed and voicing
How is that the air has become so crowded?
Spirit fills balloons as large as the sun.
I am not breathing this
All breathes and all sings
and this is where I am.