To know a smidgen of God, step backward;
out of life; overlooking and through illusion,
adopting theoretically His holy hidden agenda.
To disappear into God, move forward
and toward, dropping your sword,
blending imperceptively into illusion
with staunch conviction of flimsy death,
shallow grave and your own sort of eternity.
Move like a winged bird,
not track nor trace to scratch
the empty sky, by turning your back
upon yourself (so suggest the scriptures) –
not to alter, grow or evolve but to die
taking the whole universe down with you;
dying with Jesus, Baba, Buddha,
dying so you may join them
beyond the impairments of time, space,
tangibility and individuality.
O child of God, surrender involves courage,
desperation and a feckless disregard of self.