Years ago I
decided it would be best
to surrender to
my Beloved,
trying ever after
to talk my heart into it.
Intractable, quavering,
non-committal,
what could I say at
this point to sway the jury?
So these days I
keep quiet.
It’s an unhanding
now I know,
a facing up, a
sorting out;
a painful, bit by
bit, incursion and endeavor,
yielding by
inches the sovereign native soil.
It would be best,
I long ago decided
to surrender to
Meher Baba and since that day
His wondrous, enigmatic
unfolding within me
is still very
much in play.
O child of God,
you’ve never had the sole authority
to so radically decide
your fate.
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