Estranged hearts

Estranged hearts                                                                                               

Those latter years of Meherazad seclusions –

the perfect silence You kept, inside and out –

to the point of having the mandali
shooing away the cawing crows.

A manonash silence –

one hundred percent work completed,

Your gift across time and space,

the boundaries of logic, flesh and mind.

And with Your silence,

all the real things given by You,

received by Your lovers,

manifesting years later –

offering more than admonitions,

the unkept precepts, tattered scriptures.

Your silence penetrating where words

are too cumbersome to pass through,

to invade and awaken estranged hearts

from their ancient slumber.

O child of God, be assured your own silence

is heard and shared by the silence of Meher.