Like a lioness a dancer a yogi
Of the calling rather than the self
Who in being so finds a heart higher, truer..
I am proud oui to lift my head raise my arms to heaven arch by body back until my hands touch the earth of my feet..
Keep me God from the pride of the kings of the earth
Those refusing thanks refuse even to live
Give me Lord humility in all its glory
(As I am.)
Nobility embracing displacement.
Lands of her inheritance wait beneath these calloused dancer feet...
While wildest skies swirl
Around this gratefully breathing body..
(I was made for something else yet here I am. Iberia. For this too was I made.)
I am entitled to nothing of this and to nothing at all..
Yet here everything is for me.