Heart full, morning light, soft music, in a hall
sitting on the floor with ten thousand
– deep into the wind, I seek.
Rajneesh may not endure against man’s urge
to make idols and dogma.
He may be human … he may be divine …
he may be anything …
it just doesn’t matter.
The things he’s said
and this buddhafield he’s made,
they bring me again and again
to the spiritual razor edge.
He pushes me deep into the merging of
spirit and action, play and love
and the humbling revelation
that all of this works and is happening
in spite of any ability of mine
to understand it….
Maybe he has only watered the land
and we credit him the flowers
maybe he is God come to realization in man
playing on this stage with
its imperfect props.
What does it matter, these?
That I can be here renewing my deep springs
by opening to him and this
and being drawn into whatever learnings
may come to me,
only these matter.
gallagher
02 july 84
Rajneeshpuram, OR
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —