Wake

"When you wake up," said the Fool, "sing before thinking."

"That's impossible!" I answered, "I'd need a thought to remind me."

"Not if you fall asleep," said the Fool, "with the name of the Beloved under your pillow."

So night after night I lay my head on the holy name of Krishna, Jesus, Ha'Shem, Mother Divine;

Ninety nine names of Allah, a thousand names of Vishnu; but when I awoke, I forgot to sing.

Then one evening when the moon was full, I pillowed the universe on my heart and breathed, "I am, I am." Only the name, "I am."

Now I awake, a golden fountain sighing all the words for Light. At dawn, I am the dawn.