the church of one

the church of one is like the bhodi tree
sheltering the one who is awakened
still as a shimmering lantern with in me
never at all alone or left forsaken

it sits inside the deepest heart of i
the ever shaping vision of a life
watching as the ships sail slowly by
in every shape or form so very rife

is it you my friend or is it me
who shapes this world of gods we see before us
like the lonley barks out on the sea
seeing land do find it fair or dust

we are the makers of our pathways plight
in the church of one all day
all night