O Beloved, my heart is a scarlet bird,
pinioned and trembling in my chest.
You unlatched the cage – my heart soared
above that wine-soaked valley;
sang for You along the tree-lined path.
Returned by Your hands, neem-scented and breathless,
it built a nest among the tangled briers.
Perched now and singing from my chest,
it awaits the second coming.
O Beloved, my heart is a scarlet bird,
aflame and trembling in my chest . . . .
O child of God, your heart is a mystery –
deep as the silence of the Lord Himself, Meher Baba.
(from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)
(from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)
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