When I began my quest,
the world made perfect sense;
the pieces fit together snugly,
clung tightly into place.
Then You came along,
bounding down the open road,
upending the apple cart,
proclaiming a new life –
a great living and breathing Mystery
and I was intrigued enough to follow,
study, query, surmise and conject.
Years later, You have become
the only thing that makes sense.
Not because I’ve come anywhere near
plumbing Your depths but because
You have shown me the emptiness of the dream.
I look to You now for the unfathomable truth
because everything else in my world
has proven demonstrably false, fleeting,
insubstantial, partial and delusory.
O child of God, it is Maya – ignorance –
that undergirds the Illusion.