He came not to teach but to awaken.
What He knew could not be taught.
What He possessed could not be transmitted.
What He was could
not be imitated.
He was (by His own claim) a cognizant cipher
in the great Unconscious, a needle’s eye portal
to the realm beyond. He
awakens (even now)
slumbering souls by entering the dream itself,
turning dream-enchanted eyes toward Reality,
not with a shake and a shout
but by pointing to the breach He embodies;
by pointing silently, directly to Himself.
O child of God, catching sight of Meher
is the beginning of the end.
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