Friday, July 15, 2016

The shelter

The shelter         

There’s a shelter, rain on the roof,
wind in the trees, the only sound.

And your own breath.
Leave behind the raging storm.

Hard to find and keep,
a hidden niche in a valley

deep with loneliness, habit and fear;
false assurances, reckless promises;

the urge for artificial light.
This is where the new life begins,

a different journey, the outward,
the known discarded, trusting someone,

something other than yourself,
shrugging off the weight of the world

and reaching out a hand
to be led wherever truth may take you;

the small room where you trust
because you no longer care

and give yourself over to the steadfast shelter
of the only permanence you have ever met.

O child of God, Meher Baba said,
take your stand on the truth within.

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