Warm spring rain. Sense of being awake. Rushing over us, we like dormant and ready to unravel. Rope of heaven. Fingers braiding the light. Long deep shadows, and then you turn to me, and tell me. This is the beginning. I am ready. Voices calling. Become each moment. Sun and moon. Earth lies over the lake. Casting charms, into the open faces of our hearts. Tempo changes. Alternating currents, yeah. Warm deep shadows, and then I turn to you, and tell you. Beginning again, beginning again, beginning again, beginning again. This is the beginning. I am ready. Voices calling. Become each moment.