Time sleeps in the distant desert,

and sitting softly under the yellow sun,

dried and dehydrated,

there is a seed that waits for the rains.

- I am that seed.

I wait for the rains with open hands

and when they wash over me time wakes refreshed

and I’ll drink all I need

-I am that seed.

The seed that longs to know

the secrets of this distant desert,

and when my bones lie here

and mingle with the sand,

The secrets of the desert -and my own- will be one

-I am that seed

that aches for knowledge

and hungers with desire.

Listen now and understand

and know me now for who I really am

-I am that seed