Saturday, November 23, 2013



He found you in Chowpatty
washed up on the beach

by life's betrayals, cruel vicissitudes.
You were ready to drown by then,

not caring if you lived or died.
He persuaded you

to go a-travelin' with Him.
Apparently, the Way is so narrow

there's only room for one
to walk it at a time

which doesn't mean
we go it alone

but, that we must become one
with our traveling companion.

Chanji, by the end of his days, 
was one with You, ready for drowning,

not caring if he lived or died
as long as it pleased his Master.

O child of God, nothing ever changes . . . it just gets larger --
more height, breadth and depth than we could ever imagine.


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