I am Ing’s ride.
I ride the chariots of Spring.
I scatter petals in my wake; and gather birds,
and throw them on the wing.
I am the herald of the growing light.
I am the waker of the seeds; I am the heart of life on earth.
I ride the fields and surf the wild and gentle winds.
I blow the beauty of the earth into your eyes;
I plant the seeds of beauty in your heart,
I give these seeds a name, I call them yearning;
I am here at the worlds turning, turning.
Longing is what I call these seeds, I love the wild flowers and the weeds.
I am the fierce and fertile mother, of all the universe I am one lover.
I am Ing’s ride,
I am the harbinger of Spring; I ride the chariots of Spring.
And when’s man reign is over with and done;
in some far future millennium,
I will arise again in a sweet breeze
and scatter petals through the trees, and gently wake the sleeping seeds,
for I am Ing’s ride,
I am Ingrid;
I ride the chariots of Spring.
© IDF Andrew
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