I�ll thank you not to speak of me For you know nothing. Only speculate upon illusion Then speak my name in vain When you proclaim and postulate And spew out views To congregate your pews A fellowship of shrews I�ll thank you not to speak of me For you hear nothing Not fear nurtured in the ground of hate. Then speak my name in vain To create the cruel rules That castigate the other--the not-you-- To confirm your chosen few A rulership of Rue. I�ll thank you not to speak of me For you say nothing True. For shame is not my game. And you take my name in vain, Your guilt a project incomplete You give another to do To escape the dues A dictatorship accrues. I�ll thank you if you�ll keep for me A silence of unknowing. Then contemplate your ground of being Where my name nurtures like rain The blooming of your soul-- That making all things new True worship will imbue.