Strewn with roses
You and I are not we but One.
O what a sweet promise from my Lord
until I hear Him pledge
the same to my nemeses –
those of whom I rant and rail
and oppose most virtuously;
Not we but One. Not ourselves
but Self.
Not you and I but Him.
Make it your mantra
(He advises) until you are able to love and embrace
those who in your sanctimony you now cannot.
O child of God, did you think the path
to Meher is strewn with roses?
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