Thee, I welcome. the Bornless Mind! The new God who shall create thyself anew.
The spring I welcome - season of birth.
With these words, unspake by human tongue, uncarried by elemental winds, made unvibrating, recorded unheard. I welcome thee.
In the warmth of the hum above and the light of the dance below I welcome thee.
In the sight of the angels who scurry out and hurry back from the silent stars I call out to thee, our gestating child, thy spark and thy animus waiting:
Hark! It is the spring! Thy spring has come!
Come forth!
Come forth and be born!
A devotional album in which we welcome, by ritual, the birth of our successors.
