I'm talking in my sleep again
rather than waiting until I am awakened.
Periodically, my Lord leads me
down this particular garden path.
The frail limbs of my perceptions
are incapable of bearing fruit
but from His immaculate silence
and incomparable explanations,
comes the great notion that it’s best
not to rely so much on what He says
(because of the language barrier)
but in Who He undoubtedly is,
taking the irrevocable plunge into utter faith,
where no parables, comparisons or analogies may reach.
where no parables, comparisons or analogies may reach.
O child of God, from Meher’s teachings
glean the delicate efficacy of silence.
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