A hint of why
The Ocean has come again
to tell us we are not adrift;
more like a river, running towards
and away, of urgency and purpose;
the Ocean has come again,
to tell us we are not islands –
embracing, sighs and gazes,
the wiping away of tears.
The Ocean, labyrinths
of Love and endeavor,
vast, breathless depths,
come again
to tell us we have no shore,
strongest evidence to the contrary;
no beginning nor end; enemies
and companions – our very own Self.
The Ocean has come again
to tell us our loneliness
is but a bitter-tinged drop
in the immeasurable loneliness of God.
O child of God, such an import offers a hint
of why Meher lived in silence.
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