My self awakening

My self awakening                                                                                
 
Meher’s silence seems divided in two –
the quietude of intimacy
 
(restoring and ballasting my soul)
and the rough, wordless stripping of my self –
 
the knotted shapes of my sad posturing;
the echoing void of my protestations.
 
I know now (it bears much solace)
there has never been a third silence –
 
His absence – having always been here,
prodding, guiding, denuding me
 
in the busy, mute process of my self
awakening unto Self.
 
O child of God, the Silent One speaks
eternally to those with ears to hear.