Banyan Thorns - Prayer of The Hollow Root

I do not kneel to stone or sky, I press my hand to the earth. The soil takes every name, And calls the lost back home. Rot will keep what I release, Soil will speak my truest name. Spiral me in roots of peace, Compost what remains. I have sat beside the failing breath, And watched the lantern dim. But the forest hummed a softer hymn, And roots reached out to cradle death. Rot will keep what I release, Soil will speak my truest name. Spiral me in roots of peace, Compost what remains. Moss on stone, leaf on ground, Every silence is a sound. Water, whisper, lantern glow, Every ending feeds the loam. Rot will keep what I release, Soil will speak my truest name. Spiral me in roots of peace, Compost what remains. No temple walls, no iron creed, The earth provides the prayer I need. My faith is rot, my faith is rain, The soil will speak my truest name.