Krishna opened the doors of his soul,
Confuciuns has let me in his heart
at one big night of selfremembering.
Buddha melted his personality
and with his eyes I watched
Jesus gave me his heart and was one
with me and glew with love
Muhammad and ,Quezacoatl
Hiyavata, Mithra,and Zarathusta
and other buddhas
all of them and me we were and are one
without time, without space, without form
eternal , unique
endless emphtiness...
And poets sang about me,
while I called them to remember me
and Rumi and Gibran, and Tagore and Yeats
and Neruda and all of the others
and this scribe through whose hands i speak
my children , i am you
You are just asleep
come, ooh come to my garden
into the source come to your home!
