Tuesday, October 1, 2019

Sixty-nine years (a birthday poem)

Sixty-nine years (a birthday poem)

Sixty-nine years and I’m no wiser.
I’ve learned nothing along the way.

Scenes have passed.  Some illusions
have been worn through (maybe)

but none concerning the truth. 
Sixty-nine years and I’ve grown no older. 

Have not changed a whit
from the day I was born. 

Immutable and eternal, nothing
has touched me and nothing ever will. 

Truth doesn’t come from experience
nor accumulation of knowledge.

There are no lessons to learn. 
No growth or maturation to attain. 

This much I’ve learned but this much
has nothing to do with the truth that is me.

O child of God, when will you awaken?
Meher said He did not come to teach. 

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