My
deepest mystery
Don’t
try to understand Me, said my Lord.
Just
as well! After all these years
You
still endure as my deepest mystery
and
thus remain the very source of my faith.
I’ve
never been able to explain You away!
Self-declared
Highest of the High
with
Your love-indentured mandali
and
a worldwide following
bent
upon Your every word and what did You offer?
Forty-four
years of Silence, numerous broken promises,
unkept
appointments and discarded plans.
A
lifetime of teachings (which You insisted
You
hadn’t come for), discourses, formal prayers,
and
the offer of a nothing that might prove
to
be everything. And what did You
in
Your Mastery take upon Yourself?
Servitude,
reclusion, itineracy and pain,
leaving
me to ponder what was Your motive
and
where was Your reward? Whisper
the
answers to me, Lord, at Your leisure
when
my restive mind no longer probes
the
odd, esoteric details of Your Majesty.
O
child of God, seek not explanations
but a wordless
quenching of your every query.
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