Diaphaneity

Diaphaneity                                                                                    

There’s no choice, He said.

I’m all you’ve got. 

Forgo the negotiations –

you’ve no collateral.

Forgo the calculations. 

You’re in over your head.

There are no inducements

to any sort of compromise.

It’s the falsity of yourself or the truth of no self;

this apparent, ephemeral insubstantiality

or the resolute putting of it to a stop.

Grab hold of Me, He said, or go around

(around and around) trying to stuff

into your empty pockets fistfuls of diaphaneity. 

O child of God, the dream can’t be grasped.

All you have to hold on to is Meher Baba.