Love, You've come and gone,
the mystery ever deepening;
dropped in, kissed and hovered,
glided, flitted like an angel;
buried like a treasure,
an intractable seed in the stony soil.
Countless discourses, teaching stories,
elucidations and admonitions
and we're no deeper satisfactorily
into the mystery than before,
Your tangible, sensual advent
fading now into myth and history,
into the culling of the gist
and the choosing up of sides.
After a lifetime of frank,
genuine, animate Example,
the mystery has only deepened.
We're no nearer (it seems) to hearing
or bearing the inarticulate Truth
of Who You really are.
O child of God, Meher Baba best
explained Himself in eloquent, holy silence.