Mankind’s most Ancient Ocean.  The Song of the Birth Tides

come let us ride the tides

come my beloved let us ride the tides

we the children of the world

whether with joy, or whether in pain

let my eyes weep with tears

let my nose well up with tears

when I look to the heavens

and I see the old mother Moon

she who holds the tides,

her beauty is as a song

as she controls the waters

even the waters of my body

we who have been fashioned 

and born of the waters of

the awesome power of the

womb of woman our creator

so come let us ride the tides

come beloved

let us ride the tides

come gather

come let us agree

We breathe and have life

                                                                                                                         Raymond Ruka