For lifetimes I’ve turned up my nose
at the gift God offers –
a stray dog sniffing the hand
of a stranger it dares not trust.
Serving two masters breaks the world in two.
To seek is to ignore what is already here.
This is the moment, every moment,
to receive God’s gift – no other.
Whatever I desire is a rejection
of what I am given,
the one true gift exchanged for an impure,
fleeting reward of my own imagination.
O child of God, Meher said,
I am your one true friend.