When I was a rock I didn’t realize I could sing. When I became water I sang the multitudes. It does not matter if it was a dream. One day you will realize the dream is more real. Before the real everything was nothingness until the Someone began to hum. Chords of light played out of the void and suddenly there was a universe singing itself into being. I was quiet as rock until it began to rain, and rain and water, rambunctious in its early season like spring, became waves. When the waves broke I began to shout and sing. I shouted plains into mountains, I sang a season for color and because I sang I was, and because I sang creatures moved in water on land, part of me and their own being. I could not separate fin from wing, it was one creation. I kept singing and the world grew light. I paused in a breath of silence and watched ripples go out, bounce against sky and return in language. In language I had a body, I could speak of the world we had made. I felt desire shape my sensual mouth, I couldn’t help but create forms from my tongue, all the pleasure and suffering. I loved the multitudes and their songs. loved how they praised the broken heart of this new and aching world. The multitudes sang the prayers that were born of words and free of them. They made songs to feed on sun and moon, they made love songs and they made a song of shelter. They sung to the stars to remember their way back to dream.