You,
you are the spirit--
you,
you have
no extra soul--
you,
YOU are the soul--
if dulled too well
with flesh.
They come, these lords, Messiahs all
and say
this Truth and then
some Man with soul interned
perverts
their words
and gives
you half a truth.
They come, these Krishnas and these Christs
and say
to you their truth
and while their footsteps
stay, not yet blown out
in desert sand,
some fool with half a mind and greed for
his own name
will give you half a truth.
They say to face a fact as fact--
They tell you where
you err--They say
there is no force
yet made that can be stayed
with force--that
only
if
you
face
it
as
it
is
and change
it
not
at
all
will
you
be
free. And yet
before they’ve gone some echo
of them speaks
a part such as
to “turn the other cheek.”
They say
you must take good
with bad and only then
be free
and others
say they said repent
and seek then to enslave a Man who
truly
is a soul.
They
in all ten thousand years
have told you truth
and echoes
have said half
and so
we find you here, a soul
in man
never
to be free?
But I
who am no sage, no name,
no message come
with mighty horns or runners in
the van--
I
who am no more than you
can say--
face not half facts but all--
you can be free!
You are a soul. And not a man.
The sky
awaits.
