Returned.... (Primitive)

my soul hath returned to the beginnings of faith, before written history, before there were words. when god walked naked in the darkness, her long hair birthing leaves on branches that wept. the stones whispered praise, the trees bowed in prayer! the gutteral moan of the wind haunts the walls of the cave. i dream of fire, both shaking and sweating with cold. while god talks with the wolves, the turtles, and the owls. and sounds mimic night making love with herself! dawn calls from a faraway shore; the waterfall hesitates, as if in waiting! unseen hands rub stick against stick, till the spark of dreams ignites! moan, groan, and the flap of wings... and the only name be heartbeat! i am stone, i am tree, i am river, i am wind... i am the sound of nothing, and the face of the formless! primitive, and naked, i walk with god... and nurse at the breasts of infinity!