He said, “once upon a time I was formless, then
they made me in their way, a look alike, a clone
they didn’t ask me -did I like it their way
they just did it their way.
They put me in temples, in churches;
they decreed that I be in mosques and synagogues
they never wanted me in their hearts”.
He continued his lament
“They made me in stone and clay, in bronze and wood
they crucified a hapless soul and said it was me.
They put me in hills and mountains afar,
where they tread to ,season after season
raping the forest and valleys,jungles and streams pristine,
and demand my grace.
Tell me, they made me like them
and what blessed am I to bless?”
He continued thus, and abruptly left-
“I do not want to be their clone;
I want to be the formless that I was
and be at peace, as I ,earlier were,
when the sun and the moon ,the stars and the heavens,
the seas and the mountains, and when life