You have in your possession a valuable manuscript.
Why study scriptures, charts and stars?
Try your own wisdom.
O lover of Meher, you are the lost Book.
Your Beloved never tires of love songs
lamenting your separation –
though union is but one desire
and very near the bottom of your list.
On His porch steps night and day,
trading stories, sipping chai.
Why not go inside the house?
He left the key under the mat.
Your cup is empty.
More chai? Don’t be afraid to
ask.
Nothing’s more beautiful than a Father pouring tea for His
son.
You’ve collected buttons and posters; expensive paintings.
He smiles from every corner of the house.
How is it you don’t recognize Him
when you pass in the street?
O child of God, look for His face among the clouds;
the glimmer
of His sadra.
Sweeten this dream of existence with dreams
of your Eternal Beloved.
(from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)
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