Let him step to the music which he hears,
said Thoreau. However measured or far away.
Music which leads the soul homeward –
God’s drumbeat into chosen ears.
Becoming tricky then, two rhythms
competing in an open field
for the souls of a few lovers
who misstep, lose stride,
turning aside from the wide path
to the winding narrows, able no longer
to keep the world’s tempo nor dance to its tune.
A faint song at first, growing inescapable –
when God starts drumming up business
to serve One, abandon all, another wave of lovers
struggling to keep pace, leave in the dust
the world’s throng and cadence.
O child of God, there’s no hope for you –
enchanted forevermore by the ancient song of Meher.