Fire and rain is the story I sing on my journey hOMe. Rising and falling with the noble sun. Truth whispers with the wind whistling in my ear under the warm sunlight. It’s what keeps me going in the deathless cold night.
I sing to the stars, my cosmic ancestors, as they guide me back hOMe. I remain moist from the mist rolling down the lush jungle mountains. The clear blue ocean bathes me in her purity and I am reborn.
I am a wild woman. I can’t be kept, and none I can keep. The rains wash my muddy feet, preparing me for the journey hOMe. None may choose to walk by my side. I know I am never truly alone. I’ll meet you again, there, at the end of all things, after the journey hOMe.