The prison of the apparent

The prison of the apparent
 
I am one of those early astronauts
leaping about in black and white on the gray
 
surface of the moon and radioing back to earth
(floating visibly above me in the backdrop)
 
that the moon is frigid, barren and bleak;
hostile to human life.  And I see  

that the universe is my prison,
the mind and body are my shackles
 
and my escape is imperative.  O Meher! 
Your silence speaks to our hearts
 
because our mind, eyes and ears
have failed us, words have failed us,
 
images and concepts have failed us
in our perception of the Truth –
 

the Truth of Love, of Oneness; 
of our own divinity; of the Truth of You.

O child, for illusory ages God has been waiting
for humanity to escape the prison of the apparent.