The Dharma of Abraham, Mohammed and Christ

The Dharma of Abraham
Mohammed and Christ

I have a withered flower
That I love anyway
Her beauty deep
Her mountains high

Her fountains roar
With the song of freedom and courage
Her clarions prophesies
The arrival of ecstasy
Her lips are as nectar
To the tongue of the honey bee

So in this poem I have her seed
In my gift of surrender
Her body her mind her blood
Will live beyond us both
In every heart reborn
In all its indigenous power and glory
In the Dharma of Abraham
Mohammed and Christ

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