The secret richness
The secret richness
It’s an errant quest, o seeker, the desire for
Knowledge.
The peace of God, wrote Paul, surpasses all understanding.
I’ve fumbled around on this stage for the last 40 years
trying to pull a rabbit out of an empty hat.
Now I want to become (another desire)
a single mote, o Lord, of the dust
collecting on the bottles in Your cellar.
Dust doesn’t want; doesn’t understand.
Divested of any strength or authority,
neither accedes nor rejects, resists nor accepts,
only to discover in its utter desiccation the secret
richness
and the promised treasure of its true nature.
Whether into the wilderness, o child, or up to
the threshold of the Darbar, dust goes where it is bidden.
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