The poets among us praise the beauty of Your eyes.
I once, for a brief moment, gazed into those eyes.
What I found was Truth beyond beauty.
O Meher, You did not tell me the Truth!
It was there in Your eyes – beyond faith or doubt.
You did not tell me the Truth – You gave it to me –
wordlessly, hands quiescent at Your side.
No teachings, nothing to learn.
Or shall I say it this way:
With those elegant hands
You pulled Truth from my chest;
held it before me in open palms, then put it back
like a jewel returned to a safe in the wall.
It’s still there, though deeply buried, reminding me
of the moments spent with You in Eternity.
O child of God, lover and Beloved; inside and out;
give and
receive; faith and doubt –
these words have no meaning when Truth appears at the door.
(from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)
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