O Meher, You confined Yourself –
in the table-cabin, the bamboo cage,
in sundry mountain caves,
in a hut atop Tembi Hill;
in the crypt before ... and after
it became Your Tomb.
You confined Yourself –
in Your great Silence; in a human body.
You confined Yourself
to show how we might be free.
O pilgrim, retire now to the narrow,
holy cell of remembrance;
fetter your mind and tongue
to the unyielding repetition of His name.
Confine yourself to God.
If God is not enough, what is?
O child of God, it’s Illusion that’s restrictive and tedious.
The Truth of Meher is boundless.