One grave truth
We get easily spooked by that
unadorned hole in the clay.
We rush away down worldly-rutted paths
that lead back only to a stone with our name on it.
Most acquire a religion as an element of denial
rather than a whole-hearted embrace
of that one grave truth.
Only a few receive the real Word
(having no ears for it) and respond
by leaping into the open grave,
to begin their digging there
for the faintly rumored water of life,
a thousand leagues deep in the dust
of innumerable lifetimes yet to come.
O child of God, the eternal wellspring, says Meher,
lies in the graveyard dust at the Master’s feet.