Morning Thunder
The dawn thunders over the Buddha hall
as the army of orange gathers once more
for Satsang with the Master
and we, who are we, my heart probes
ditch diggers and doctors
dark gypsies and fine spun high born
faces born of any crowd
save the filter of their hearts
which has passed them thru
to where the dawn comes like a lover
over the Oregon desert
and the gift of enlightenment
is a real promise.
gallagher
06 july 83 - Rajneeshpuram
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —