Book-learning

Book-learning
 
I’m all caught up on my book-learning –
exterior evidence; second-hand Truth.
 
All I have of the Mystery
is a satchel full of words –
 
inspiring tales that I have read or heard,
concepts I have contemplated and surmised.
 
Truth has never jumped off the page at me
though sometimes it clangs an underwater bell
 
or strikes an eclectic chord,
touches an ecstatic nerve –
 
something that might give
a seeker a bit of forbidden hope.
 
But I will most likely, at this late date,
go to my grave, Meher Baba as my Lord,
 
hopelessly clinging to all my slipshod constructs,
seeking from words far more than words could ever tell.
 
O child of God, you will attain the Truth
at the precise moment of your appointed destiny.