O how I have paced the quay
longing to leave the shore!
Throw myself into the ocean of Love
to drown there – a returning (I am told)
to my lost, original existence.
But, only lately have I begun to suspect
that I am now (and forever have been)
continuously sunk, fathomlessly deep,
utterly drenched in Love’s boundless ocean.
God is Love, said Meher. And God is everywhere.
I swim about daily in the ocean of God
clinging to the thin veil that estranges me,
prevents my experiencing down to the marrow
my original and continuous existence
as a immeasurable drop
in the everywhere ocean of Love.
O child of God, there is no point of departure
for anywhere you might think you need to be.