I climbed along the shore

of the golden mountain

and saw my brothers

coming down,

they all had sad faces

while someone was crying,

but when their tears fell

they turned to gold.

An eagle called me from the sky

showed me the way

to the last sacred tree

of earthly life.

The sun shone in my eyes

in a lunar eclipse,

the wind loosened my hair

in a sacred dance,

and the armor fell

on the broken bones,

while the earth swallowed them,

the rivers overflowed

and flowed and flowed and flowed and flowed

in my veins...

Now I am the mountain

in the deepest skies,

and like a shooting star

a golden tear fertilizes the earth.