Tuesday, November 3, 2026

The Origin

The Origin
 
When you turn to face your Beloved,
it is not to the right or left,
 
it’s to the inside or out –
the Tomb on the Hill
 
or the tomb in your chest?
A pinch of dhuni ash or the burnt remains
 
of your smoldering heart?
What a strange, obsessive adventure!
 
I can’t remember when or where it began
or foresee when or where it will end,
 
(Has it been forty years . . .
or forty thousand years?)
 
but I have found the Friend
Who accompanies me every moment
 
because He and I are One and we shall
be together until my self is no more.
 
O child of God, turn towards the Origin
and away from the Illusion of life and individuality.




There is no other

There is no other
 
Be wary of these makeshift compositions.
They are constructed of words
 
and thus can never tell the truth.
They come from a heart (per Meher)
 
entombed for ages in the darkness
of various bodily incarnations,
 
then blinded suddenly by His light.
We are not we but One, declared my Lord.
 
Not (apparently) because we are God
but because only God exists – only the One. 
 
We are not dreaming a dream. 
God is dreaming His dream
 
wherein we are illusory others –
powerless, dependent, insubstantial. 
 
O child, there is only God,
only One.  There is no other.  



 
      

Tuesday, October 27, 2026

Transformation happens

Transformation happen

The caterpillar doesn’t decide
to stop inching its way

among the green twigs and stems
to hang itself, interred within a chrysalis. 

Does not decide to become a winged creature,
abandoning all previous incarnations.

No decisions are made.  No power wielded.
It cannot stand apart from itself
 
to judge or direct the process. 
Transformation happens to the caterpillar
 
(a butterfly all along), its ultimate
self revealed through spiritual maturation.
 
O child of God, at some point what must I do?
becomes what will God next ordain?   


           

   

 

The Everything

The Everything
 
I take it by faith that whatever exists
is the perfect art of an incomparable God.
 
Not one brushstroke
need be added or removed.
 
Each created being is perfectly evolving
toward their own finalized form. 
 
Our opinions and convictions,
if contrary to what exists,
 
are merely the prejudices
we have yet to see through
 
on our way to full surrender – the allowing
of our inherent ignorance and human fears
  
to color our view of the inviolate,
eternal Truth of God’s Creation.
 
O child of God, how (perfectly) absurd is the attempt
to describe the ubiquitous perfection of the Everything.