“I can’t hear you,” I said, “You’re just a voice in my head.
I wore a ragged coat and caught a tumbling breath; my feet were bare and cold.
I was a dream in my head a dream brought low and thin as sunlight is thin as a winter scream in the wind.
“The great secret,” she said, “you carry around in your scarecrow head, a raggedy man like you; Saint Jude in a shoe that’s who.”
“I cannot hear you,” I said, “You’re just a voice in my head.”
“Share your secret,” she urged, “the great secret that nailed you in sunlight, thin as a sigh worth of your life passing by.”
“I can’t hear you,” I said, “You’re just a voice in my head. I came down, I cried, I walked away don’t you know with holes in my hands and holes in my feet and a view in my eyes high on a hill where death shuffles bones. I was a dream in my head a dream brought low and thin as love is thin when love dies and you bury its soul. I wore a ragged coat and caught a tumbling breath, my feet were bare and cold and I don’t know where kindness lives I don’t know where love goes when hate nails your soul.”
It unites spiritual wisdom from the East and West to help readers experience Christ consciousness in the here and now. Combining the Oneness teachings of India with a fresh look at the New Testament.
