Under
God’s purview
All
shall be well, Julian of Norwich assured us.
And
all manner of things shall be well;
which
means that all things are well
in
the timeless now . . . and always have been,
the
anchoress relinquishing sin’s burden
for
God to shoulder and explicate.
All
our various beliefs confuse only the mind.
They
are reconciled neatly in the heart,
the
true crux of the Divine relationship.
Poets
who are given this heart-truth
try
to put it into verse. Musicians into
song,
sculptors
into stone. Painters onto canvas.
The
saints are given it and try to live by it.
Merwan
was granted it and became the Truth.
O
faithful ones, hurry down to the altar and bow
to
your particular Saviour; confess to Him your heart’s desire.
O
children of God! All manner of things are
well
under God’s purview and
always shall be.
The
Arms Everlasting
There
is an illusion named should be
and
an illusion named should not be
and
a truth named what is and it turns out
what
is
(per Meher) is also an illusion.
Humility
is recognizing our shortcomings
and
at the same time feeling our Godhood –
seeing
through the eyes of our true Self
which
are also the eyes of God.
We
are the purity of the witness
rather
than the sins of the self
and
there is not and never has been
a
stain upon our one true immaculate Self.
O
child of God, when searching within or without,
lean heavily upon the
Arms Everlasting.
A
work of Art
Existence
was created (per Meher)
by
a Whim of God. It is a work of Art.
It’s
only purpose or meaning
is
what we assign to it.
Ages
ago, a crowd began to stir
and
tumbled from the frame
to
stand apart from God’s Art –
to
witness, study, admire, critique.
God
has no purpose, said Meher Baba.
Humanity
has only one purpose –
to
become as purposeless
as
the Whim Itself.
O
child, accept what is right before your eyes –
a whimsical,
dramatic, God-created work of Art.
(painting by Mark Hodges)
Pilgrimage
We
are all wayfarers here and the best part
is
that our intimates, friends and acquaintances
are
in truth our fellow pilgrims
whose
paths we have stumbled upon
and
are briefly sharing – each of us
moving
in the same direction,
toward
the same destination,
slaves
of the One Master,
the
Maker who fashioned us and our world;
each
pilgrim inwardly guided and directed;
answerable
only to the One Who
knows
us intimately and loves us completely.
O
child of God, it’s a long and wondrous journey
through the hills and
vales of your own heart.
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