Holy
ground
Ah,
the ephemerality (per Meher) of existence!
At
times a river, a quagmire, a ruse, a nightmare,
far
removed from the Real Existence.
Yet
in our prayers we do not plead for God
to
awaken us from the dream,
but
to make it a better dream,
one
nearer to our fancy, more suitable to our nature –
this
dream ever-shifting, ever drifting downstream,
as
we follow in its wake, no wheel or rudder
in
our grasp and we lose our faith
or
find it eviscerated; abandoning God
for
the dream itself, blaming Him
for
not answering our prayers
when
it is the dream that fails us.
Our
one escape from this ages-old spell
is
to allow the Awakener
to
rouse us from our slumber,
free
us from illusion,
to
establish in us the Reality of God’s love
for
however long forever turns out to be.
O
child of God, gently, gently wend your way
downstream until your
reach Holy ground.
My
fix
Sorting
through the gathered letters
of
my elder years, near the frayed
end
of my rope. Words are my fix.
Death
of self, recommends my Lord.
Family
and friends gathered around, yes!
Until
then, faith is my fix. It will be ‘til
the end.
(Got
to have my fix.)
Abandon
all hope, He said,
ye
who enter here. (Poetry is the balm;
Faith
is my fix.) Helpless and hopeless
before
my Lord. Humility can’t be faked.
(Poetry
is the balm. Words are my fix.)
Sincerity
is the ticket. Got to have my fix.
O
various comrades! Words are my fix.
Faith
is my fix. Until I am safely beyond
all
need for solace. Got to have my fix.
O
child of God, how fortunate you are,
surrounded by heralding
angels in your latter days.
The
Great Enigma
Comparisons
are odious,
say
the Zen Buddhists.
Everything
you say about God,
insisted
Eckhart, is untrue.
God
alone is real, declared Meher Baba.
God’s
aloneness makes Him incomparable.
To
evaluate God is to judge Him
through
illusory perceptions,
depict
Him through illusory descriptions,
His
attributes a list of everything we are not,
telling
us little about Him
and
everything about us.
O
child, my child, God exists as the Great Enigma,
incomparable in His
Oneness.
The
One without a second
In
the beginningless beginning
(before
the dawn of time),
God
woke up, an apparently disoriented newborn,
wondering
for a few timeless moments Who He was;
felt
a whim for exploration, then for light and vision,
creating
the stars and sun to reveal and reflect His glory;
followed
up with a whim to create an other, a witness
to
His glory and began the evolutionary chain
and
there came along numberless others
to
imagine Him, fear and love Him,
worship
or ignore Him, call upon Him
by
a host of names and images
and
to come to know intuitively
that
their separation from Him is illusory
and
that in some timeless future they will come
to
know Him entirely, first as the Beloved
and
then as their very own Self – the Only One,
the
Ancient One, the One without a second.
O
child of God, your connection to Meher
began before the
beginningless beginning.
