I’ve never come near to
humility
but I’ve admired it from afar.
I was raised neck-deep in it,
a down-to-earth natural
position
where the power and grace of
God
was an evident firsthand everyday
experience
yet my own humility early on
gave way
to shame and pride and then a
lifelong duplicity.
Baba would sometimes ask (as
a test)
a would-be disciple to walk
the streets naked.
My mind explores the
possibility
but my trembling fingers
can’t unfasten and remove my
clothing.
It was humility lost long ago
in the Garden
(the essence of innocence)
and it is shame to this day
that keeps God’s children
hidden among the leaves.
O child of God, humility is
the nakedness
required to learn at last who
you really are.
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