One grave truth

One grave truth                                                                                         

We get easily spooked by that

unadorned hole in the clay. 

We rush away down worldly-rutted paths

that lead back only to a stone with our name on it.

Most acquire a religion as an element of denial

rather than a whole-hearted embrace

of that one grave truth.

Only a few receive the real Word

(having ears for it) and respond

by leaping into the open grave,

to begin their digging there

for the faintly rumored water of life,

a thousand leagues deep in the dust

of innumerable lifetimes yet to come.

O child of God, the eternal wellspring, says Meher,

lies in the graveyard dust at the Master’s feet.