Lost
sheep
How
did I become this lost sheep
who
has drifted from the flock?
Why
do I believe in a scenario
that
can’t be put into words
and
then consider its ineffability
to
be proof of it’s Truth?
My
mind wants to solve a mystery;
my
heart wants to fade away.
I
yearn for an end to this yearning,
not
by satiation but by cessation.
End
my self-consciousness, Lord,
by
ending my self – leaving only consciousness.
O
child of God, to ask for nothing
is to surrender to
the Source of everything.
No
room for me
Most
of Your children pray
for
deliverance and eternality;
they
ask for favors. I seek the favor
of
being quenched like a candle.
They
imagine a heaven of fulfilled desires.
I
can’t imagine a heaven wherein I exist
blissfully
strolling its golden streets.
Please
make, o Lord, irrefutable to my heart
what
You have always declared
to
be true – that You alone exist.
No
room for me anywhere
within
Your infinite existence.
O
child, you offer yourself to God –
but Meher said, God
is where you are not.
A
Whimsical question
It
all began (per Meher)
when
God asked Himself
(as
there was no one else to query),
a
Whimsical question and apparently
is
still receiving an answer to Who am I? –
God,
perhaps, getting a good look and feel
for
Himself, Who in His dormant Oneness
had
no such Witness to view His majesty.
And
o what a multiplicity issued,
and
still yet issues, from that One response!
Now,
each of us, to transcend
the
illusory answer of this faux duality –
are
instructed to ask the same, original,
not-so-whimsical
query of our own –
Who
am I? Until the answer arrives
irrefutably
in the form of Divine Union.
O
child of God, the journey of the drop soul
begins and ends with
the same question.
Prepare
to exit
Die
before you die,
suggests the Sufis,
but
who is it that dies and who remains?
I’m
already a dead man, walking
the
length of that long green mile.
My
executioner accompanies me, stride for stride.
It’s
about time to kiss the world goodbye.
She’s
been beautiful, seductive and fickle –
and
way more trouble than she’s worth.
I’ve
cut her out of my will.
I’ve
let go of everything but my self.
What
does it take to abandon one’s self?
Courage?
Deep despair? Or is it all Grace?
The
Sufis say death is not a door
to
nothingness but to everything.
I
pray daily for the karmic attainment
to
intuit and obey their esoteric directives.
O
child of God, prepare to exit this hurtling
ball of wax to make
room for new blood.
