ABOUT THE HORSE

THE SONG AT HEATHROW AIRPORT

Waking up from a summer night’s dream
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

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Perfumes have shapes, sounds carry light
The tongues of fire burns tall and bright
Look at the Horse! It is all white.

 

 

 
 
 


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