Meher's silence

Meher’s silence                                                                                           

I want to know Your language

(having come to the end of mine)

following Your dove-like hands

intent upon telling me the Truth,

but invariably I lose my bearings

amid the flurried sleight-of-hand.

But perhaps Your telling is not for me

to grasp the truth but to let go

of a lifetime of what I have taken to be true,
its reality in Your hands

proven so patently short of the mark.

Someday (You promise) I’ll learn

the gist of Your immaculate fluency

and bow out of the conversation,

there having been said between us

all there ever need be said.

O child of God, so many words you use

to express your desire for Meher’s silence.