Jasmine and roses

Jasmine and roses

The garlands that adorned Your neck have taken root

          and grown a garden.

Now every breeze is scented with jasmine and roses.

A bucket drops into a well, strikes water, cold and clear.

That water quenches every thirst.

The birdsong in Your garden intoxicates.

There is a silence there, also, made of birdsong,

jasmine and rose scent;

a bucket’s splash in a well.

In that silence, the drumbeat of my heart can be heard,

drawing me nearer to You.

Meher’s garden, this sanctuary, is inside me.

I carry it wherever I go.

O child of God, the kingdom of heaven is within.
Explore the rough terrain of your own heart.

                         (from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)