The caravans had no food, yet food was dropping
all about them. If someone had said,
Look, over here, they would have thought him insane.
How can this happen. Am I dreaming?
I walk up to the trees. I eat the fruit.
I may as well believe.
Then the seven trees become one and then seven again.
At every second they are both one and seven.
Then they are seven men seated in meditation
for the sake of the one reality.
I come close and wave. They call,
O Daquqi, the glory and the crown.
How do they know my name?
They have never seen me until now.
Immediately they know my thought
and smile at each other.
Honored one, is this still hidden from you?
How can anything be hidden from one so dissolved in God?
I think inwardly, If this is the spirit-reality,
how is it we are speaking words and saying names?
