Love to love

Love to love

The Godman lives in two worlds; walks the razor's edge;
offers slavery and liberation.
Pledge your love to Meher -- love to Love thus pledge.

The fetters of devotion embody a sortilege
of freedom beyond imagination.
The Godman lives in two worlds; walks the razor's edge,

sharpening the fates of men and so the arrows fledge
for love's conflagration.
Pledge your love to Meher -- love to Love thus pledge.

Horse and rider one day beyond their safe menege,
through discipline find emancipation.
The Godman lives in two worlds; walks the razor's edge.

Effort moves the vessel homeward; tug the sunken kedge.
By His grace reach your destination.
Pledge your love to Meher -- love to Love thus pledge.

At the funeral of the self thus join the glad cortege.
Dance your way into exaltation!
The Godman lives in two worlds; walks the razor's edge.
Pledge your love to Meher -- love to Love thus pledge.

                                 (Unpublished)

Savored love

Savored love                                                                                  

I forgot that Love existed, Morrison sang.

When God reminds you of Who He Is,

no glib retort comes to mind. 

A cry of some sort might escape your lips

as your heart tries to leap from your chest. 

You wonder how your legs can carry the weight,

if your brain will ever jump back into gear,

when you remember; when you remember;

when your heart remembers – Love exists.

And if God is Love, Love is God.

The Almighty, as a concept, might be elusive –  

but, we’ve all savored love

and the deeper we’ve drawn from the well

the more precious and purer

we’ve found the water.  Debris brushed aside,

the heart begins to flow again

as a living source.  When Love is remembered –

profoundly remembered – existence is bathed anew

in the light and sheen

of pristine Truth and infinite possibilities.

O child of God, again and again we are returned

to our lost and forgotten heritage.

Taken with You

Taken with You                                                                             

You took me, Lord, to a place inside myself

where I’d never been before.  You took me –

and I’ve been taken with You ever since.

I picked up a copy of Your book

and I can’t put it down, wondering how it turns out,

how all the characters and plot-lines

tie together and reconcile.

You stuck to me like fly paper to some

comedic schmuck in the silent movies –

making an enraged fool of myself.

I can’t pry You loose.

I can’t get to the bottom of You.

You took me – and I can’t shake You

even as I tremble and waver

and pitch my prodigious fits.  You took me –

and I’ve been taken with You ever since.

O child of God, allow Your Beloved the last dance

and then allow Him to take you home.