This lucidity
Comes a point where you see yourself
much as God sees you,
as others feel you, roughly
rubbing up against them;
how your ego has played you for a fool
all your days, how blind you have been
(in over your head) to your own faults
and ruinous behavior and it doesn’t end there,
this lucidity – it comes and goes,
as you awaken and nod off again,
in this lifelong, ages-old habit and dream of self.
Praising your Lord for His revelations and solace,
bearing the shame of your insufficiency,
getting on with your life solely for His sake,
more aware each day of the difficulty of liberation
and how utterly undeserving of it you are.
O child of God, everyone, said Meher,
(including you), is destined for the supreme goal.
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| (drawing by Rich Panico) |
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