Every prophet is a singer of my songs.
The tune may differ but the voice
Is always mine.

I�ve spoken through many throats
And every earnest frog
Sings a song I have composed.
Indeed, he knows no other.

My voice ranges high.
My voice ranges low.
The notes of my songs
Fill the whole
Universe with vibrations.

Feel my note now
In your own heart beating.
Hear my yellow note ringing
In the bright candle flame.

It�s only men and women
And maturing children
Who aspire to be like
Men and women,
Who glaze over their senses
And notice me no more.

They lose the vibrant health
Of early childhood,
When every taste is fresh
And every thought is new.

A man sits in the sun and writes
What I say in his ear.
To him
My voice is as clear
As the voice of a bird
Singing in its favorite tree.

I am the voice of his consciousness
And his conscience.
Before there was any written social law,
I spoke thus to all men.

Today the lawbooks
Won�t even fit
Inside a moving van.
You�d need a whole freight train
To transport all those volumes.

Lawyers review new laws each year.
Senators and congressmen
Keep making new laws as
Boys and girls are taught to dismiss
What is naturally felt
And focus on what is
Artificially contrived.
No man can follow every legality.

Ultimately academia concentrates upon the
Construction of machines which think
The way academic men and women
Have been trained to think.

But such thinking has no conscience,
And lacks the clear consciousness
Of ancestral humanity
Akin to the wolf tribe.

So many drums are
Heard in the warm sunshine,
Now.

Through these musicians
I�m calling all my people
Home.

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Seminar Notes

� 1999

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