Whatever truth or ruse
You once placated the mast Mohammed
with a ruse – the posing of a village woman
as his long-abandoned wife –
to salvage his faith in You,
saying of the mast afterward,
“He’s like a child.
Unless you
become like a child,
you cannot enter the Path.”
O Father of Mercy, I am Your child,
ready to accept whatever truth or ruse
You offer to prod and goad,
undermine and coerce,
reward and punish – to channel me
through the gate without a quiver,
equivocation or turning back.
Whatever truth or ruse will do the trick,
peeling me away from the false self,
this entrancing realm of Illusion;
entering with me into that holistic region
for which You are a living witness, an example of,
where nothing is false;
where everything is true.
O child of God, believe in the One Who spent
every moment of His life leading you toward the goal.
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