Bent deep in the pretzel-shaped body and mind of Zen,
I was confused when I first read of Meher Baba
and His emphasis on love.
What has love,
I wondered, to do with enlightenment?
Soon I was off myself down the path of Love,
finding that the love of which He spoke
was not my kind of love but the God-is-Love-kind.
Groping for an approximate synonym,
I settled for Oneness – something to do with Oneness.
Lately, I’ve employed a more startling substitute –
Love is another word for annihilation;
for the flames of self-immolation.
Meher Baba’s kind of Love is the Love
my intact self will never be able to fully
give or receive, only able to become Love Itself
through obliteration and non-existence.
O child of God, meditate on Love
from the viewpoint of God’s aloneness.
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