I of Adam

I of Adam

I am man 

and I am free 

Liberty my sanctuary 

The word my sword gaiety my vice 

Love is my guiding light 

Protestation my symphony 

Creativity plays the melody that lures me from the darkness 

where I defer my lurking fears 

I invite the benevolence of air completely 

The smell of the forest likes an evening lover 

for to really breathe this is treasure 

From she who my suckle and from he whom I am designed I confide

and all I bequeath to mine in turn For I am all of and merely man

Silence is my resting couch

I cradle in ambiance of solace feasting on unconditional delights 

and it makes of that which I am; harvest 

when we never know how deeply we can plough 

for we are not the rulers but the essence of earth among the flowers 

and we were created on the sixth day 

I hear the songs of men who were before me

I am touched by the joy of man that is boundless when laughter is born of the core 

where tears hovered as offerings in waiting

For the great design we bring forth children whose spirits will escape us 

whose aspirations are beyond us 

who will run with our blessings and our fears with devil may care until 

they become as we 

women and men

My food and my loves become me 

Earth she uses me as the sky uses stars 

I am no less than the earth and the earth is I

I am man 

in God, in plant, in element 

I walk, I rejoice, I cry twixt dawns and eves
and must as needs a stray cub, live 

I, the dream whose dreams fly like rustled leaves 

in the immeasurable realm of suns and moons 

I yearn for the pain of loving
and to taste the blood of our baptism