Waking up from a summer
I saw, lying in the grass
All the forms that are no more but had been
The serpent skin of my individuality.
The dew was cool, the moon shining
I in You and You in me
Got up sleepy and good morning
I looked around to touch Being
They were all there, brothers, sisters,
The ones He loves, the worshippers
My very Self, children of Mother
Perfumes have shapes,
sounds carry light
The tongues of fire burns tall and bright
Look at the Horse! It is all white.