Form left a note

pinned to my pillow,

bright white square,

snippet from eternity’s page,

black ant letters dancing into shapes


It read

Meet me in the temple

where Body and Breath congregate

to bow down and worship becoming


Oh seed of seeds, Master of Existence

let us build an edifice to thy Glory!


Stacking stones, making walls,

how high must the stones be piled

to keep the infinite in?


Build an ashram to Me in your hearts

instead of stones use peace


I cannot go home again

home is everywhere


Love’s Capistrano swallow

is drifting in the air


White walled mission washing out to sea


Instead of going home again

going not from point to point

but circling in the sky