The tomb of the heart

The tomb of the heart
 
There is a Tomb on a hill at Meherabad
made of discarded stones.
 
People come from around the world to bow down.
It’s a long journey.  Even for those who live nearby.
 
Such a journey that no one quite remembers
when and where they took their first faltering steps.
 
Just as no one knows when and where it will end.
It’s a pilgrimage within a dream 
 
and it leads to another tomb,
this one simply a shallow grave
 
only as deep as flesh and bone will allow,
where the Awakener truly lies.  And from where
 
He summons His lovers to the Tomb on the hill
so they may, after a more circuitous journey,
 
come to the end of their search
and find their way into the tomb of the heart.
 
O child of God, your pilgrimage begins and ends
(per Meher) in a realm without time or distance.