…And the song rang out ‘midst the silence of the lodge
I have sat in the pews of hundreds of churches
Praised your name-Praised your name
I have greeted Mecca more times than I can remember
I have sat in the Zen-do with Buddha
And you came you came
So many sutras I’ve sung
And posed ten thousand asana
You were there
Before I channeled the avatar-
You counseled, “I am with you here, too”
My pilgrimage followed many roads
Climbed many mountains, sought hundreds of gurus
You walked, climbed, sat and listened in all of them
“You wish this road today”
You said. “A lovely color, a brilliant hue
It is true, it is true”
Yet I changed, looked to another,
You said,
“This will do, this will do”
Now I sit midst the darkness and heat-
The roads converging, the red, the green, the winding.
My shoulders gently held
Stay here
Was the feeling
My heart was all I heard
I was home.
— Paul Reynolds
You can enjoy more of Paul’s writings accompanied by the images of Linaji in; A Favorite Blanket
