God woke up

God woke up      

This obsessive quest for Truth –

it’s about a return to unperturbability:
 

the state of God before He woke up.

Ignorance is a danger, a vulnerability;   

like illusion, duplicity; like change.

Truth is sanctuary.  It’s the search for God.
 

It’s a deep remembrance, a coming to grips,  

then coming to a dead halt.
 

It’s about battling the current

to reach that one, unassailable rock –
 

to become God-like – in timeless serenity.

To be God before God woke up.

O child, persevere in this improbable quest,

well aware of your own bone-deep audacity.

My current estrangement

My current estrangement
 
News update:  I’m not yet God-realized.
The reason is not my unbalanced sanskaras,
 
nor the realm of Illusion into which I was born;
not my lifelong identification with a false self,
 
not Maya or karma nor the endless
interference of my mind.
 
No, I must conclude, the one reason
for my current estrangement from God is . . . God –
 
Who could mitigate instantly every impediment
if it were a part of His Whim to do so,
 
not being bound by any promise or timetable,
limited by any method or doctrine,
 
nor is He under the thumb of fate or chance.
While it might have begun on a Whim,
 
God is the only One responsible
for this predicament in which we all find ourselves.
 
O child of God, write your verse – contemplate,
          bemoan and surmise.  
It seems to be the best way for you to focus on God. 

  

       

Drawn to the One

Drawn to the One
 
Inscrutability is the lure –
but it’s much more than curiosity.
 
After a lifetime of studying myself and others
and our disconcerting predictability,
 
I seek to abandon once and for all
this bi-polar, two-faced, duplicitous realm.
 
I’m drawn to the One –
Its Origin and Creator.
 
I’m drawn to the Self-proclaimers –
the Messengers and Mystics;
 
to Meher who announced Himself as God.
While whoever-it-is-I-am hangs in the balance,
 
much more than idle curiosity entices me –
there is a desperation tied in the knot
 
at the end of my rope – as I shimmy down it now
to confront the One and only Truth there is to know.
 
O child of God, a hidden urgency emanates    
from the prosaic ramblings of your verse.    

Lost sheep

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.