That eternal essence
All were formed of the dust,
(states the book of
Ecclesiastes)
and all will return to dust.
Yet there is an unborn part of me
(say the Mystics) which cannot die.
But to refer to that eternal essence
as my soul is like
a flea
claiming ownership of the dog
or a drop representing itself as the ocean.
My small, death-bound self belongs to God
(Who presides forever) but neither God
nor His soul-drop essence belongs to me.
O child, get further and further away
(said Meher) from
I, me, my and mine.
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