Fifteen Million and One Disciples

Oh many, many and many times more have I knelt before the face of God and asked him, why? and many a more time after that watched death do a pirouette across the kitchen floor, what more what more can a man ask why and what for? I return as a yearning in the heart of a tree to be free, to go where the wind goes to blow away. The dawn they say is the day to be born and today is the dawn for me.