Confine yourself
O Meher, You confined
Yourself – in the Jopdhi,
in the table-cabin, in
the bamboo cage,
in sundry mountain caves,
in the blue bus,
in a hut atop Tembi Hill;
in the crypt before . . .
and after
it became Your Tomb.
You confined Yourself –
in Your great Silence; in
Your human body.
You confined Yourself,
perhaps
to show how we might be
free.
O pilgrim, retire now to
the narrow,
holy cell of remembrance;
of contemplation
and meditation; fetter
your mind and tongue
to the unyielding
repetition of His name.
Confine yourself to God.
If God is not enough,
what is?
O child of God, it’s
Illusion that’s restrictive,
repetitive and
tedious. The Truth of Meher is boundless.
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