"I Am not a pattern. And I Have no pattern."
— Adi Da Samraj, Verbal Notes, February 2007
Respect to the women in black,
the gentle moon and the noble sun
who gave hands and eyes
to the one true god
and did not ask for them back.
Respect to the women in saffron,
the unchanging fire and ever-changing water,
daughters of the noble swan,
who hammer a bridge from there to here
to take us into the dawn.
Respect to the women in white,
the hardly known, the rarely seen,
the silent and outspoken queens,
who travel deep in the scorn of night
to plough a new land in Light.