"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 remembered all the tasks of daylight and forgot to sing. Then one night when the moon was full, I pillowed the universe on my heart and breathed this name: "I am, I am, I am."
Now I awake, a fountain of gold, singing all the names of Light.
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