If you can walk in the dirt and still see love in all things,
If you can wallow in mud and still listen to the way it sings,
And let go of all the lust of all earthly things.

Then my dear friend the wind is at your back,
and the seed in the stone of your heart can crack,
And grow like a tree from that cardiac sack.

The soul then can fly with the wonder of you,
A bird in the flowing all, born anew,
And the understanding of knowledge can ensue.

© Rowan Ramsay 2021