The world turned off
Pare down, my intuition tells
me;
beardless, short hair, plain
clothes, simple fare;
the world turned off; a
narrow agenda –
the exterior reflecting the
interior.
Reading and writing,
contemplation,
prayer and meditation – the
gift of a life
chosen for me, suitable for
no one else.
I keep saying – to worries, disappointments,
regrets
and other odd things (God knows
how and why)
brought to mind – it doesn’t
matter,
it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t
matter.
Unspoken, yet heartening,
within that mantra
is the assurance of
Meher: Nothing matters,
o pilgrim, but love for God.
O child, pray that Thank You,
Lord, becomes
Yes, my Lord – everything
His, nothing yours.
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