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.
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