The attempt to do both
A serious breach of protocol – to stand
on the threshold of Baba’s Tomb.
While still in the body, He would gesture
to anyone in a doorway:
Come into the room
or remain outside.
But every time, every time,
He has offered me such a gesture, I retreat
into the turbulent realm of my birth.
Circling now the exterior of my heart,
(for surely He has established Himself there)
I content myself with window peeping
or standing only as deep as the doorsill,
while (in His mercy) from the far end of the room
He gestures urgently:
Enter My darbar
or remain a creature of the outside world.
O child of God, it is the attempt to do both
that is tearing you apart.
That old charlatan
I may not be obeying You more, Lord,
but I am obeying myself less.
And if I am being fooled by that old charlatan,
I no longer choose him as a matter of course.
He is forced to fool me now to hold sway.
But maybe it’s always been like that,
this ancient relationship adjusted to a deeper level
with subtleties I’ve yet to catch up to.
Yet even that would be a triumph of sorts, a ripening,
another veil become diaphanous, near to ineffectual.
I console myself with such thoughts, now and then,
when the absolute mystery of everything
overwhelms my way of life,
my approach and devotion to You.
O child of God, take solace where you find it
but always hearken back to the original Source.
Love everything
Fear nothing and no
one, said my Lord –
if you want to join the new life.
Fear is the absence of
Love, He said.
Age after age, the Avataric message,
to one and all – love
God.
To love God is to love everything.
Love everything
and there’s no room for fear;
the barrier to embracing and becoming
crumbles and frees the soul
to become everything,
to become God.
And so the circle completes itself.
Love God and become
God.
Love God and become everything.
Love Me, said
Meher,
because I am God in
human form.
O child of God, love everything;
fear nothing and no one.
Eruch’s kindness
I didn’t know enough at the time
to ask questions concerning the path of love,
the pilgrim’s role, the great Godman.
Eruch wouldn’t have answered them anyway.
Those questions were for me to find the answers to
over the remainder of my life. Questions not to
construct a paradigm but to dismantle one.
Answers leading to only more questions
or to the understanding that there are no answers
to be given in any language I can decipher.
So it was my fate, and it was a blessed one, to listen
with sealed lips and open heart to Eruch’s kindness,
telling me back then all I needed to know
to begin my journey on the path of Love.
O child of God, how fortunate you were
to sit near a living precept of Meher Baba’s Word.
