I gathered myself from four winds when you first awoke in this life; As you opened yourself to the world, the center of the universe held it's breath in awe; When you wrote your first poem, in the depths of Heaven, angels cried for joy

Your spirit has journeyed through greater spaces than your body; You followed your soul and came to the East, the heart of faith awaiting your return; How many nights have you wandered these long roads upon a camel and your courage?

I first knew of you in my dreams, mere feelings in an ocean of feelings; And yet, before you had been conceived, I had walked with your soul through the streets of Babylon; I knew you a hundred lifetimes before the Towers fell beneath the wait of our folly;

When the world was still green and young, when our whole life was nothing but fireflies and honeysuckle; When the height of a summer's day gave us hope for the people; That old shaman, hy heart, bid me hasten unto you, and your quiet peace;

I met you in the robes of a ***** on the road to damascus; my soul broken, my heart tired, my faith nearly a dead thing, you brought me back from despair.