I did not come to plant seeds of the body.
I did not come to do what has already been done millions
of times, even by me.
I am here that others may peer into the stone and see
light. I am here to sing a wordless song, confusing, entrancing,
prickling - until each hears his own inner song.
Until each hears the magnificent roar of divinity in
a single blade of grass.
Oh how wondrous is the mundane. Each of the trillions
of leaves is a masterpiece.
The everyday is a tapestry of miracle evolving out of
miracle evolving out of miracle.
I am here to delight in life, to allow my smile of satisfaction
to tantalize others so that they too will want to try the
bread I am eating.
I have preached all of my life and no one has heard.
But now I myself begin to hear.
I am my only audience when I sing and dance. How wild
My fragrance tickles the nostrils
when I am gone.