The vast encompasssing

The vast encompassing

Long to see Me as I really am.
Which might mean in time between

not seeing Him as He seems to be;
perhaps, not at all; losing sight

and track, upended, at sea;
toppled fortresses, uprooted trees;

eschewing the accustomed
comforts and shelters, clefts in the rock;

the Companion constant but chameleonic,
undetectable, indiscernible,

yet doggedly held onto
in rehearsal for the bleeding,

the blessing, the blending at last
of God (in our eyes)

with the illusion of the temporal,
prior to the ultimate stretching,

the vast encompassing
of the eternal infinite.

O child of God, why worry about the inevitable?
Unless, perhaps, impatience is a fated prod.

Love Itself

Love Itself                                                                                                

Everyone is a Baba lover.

Most don’t know the phrase

or use the name.  Those who do,

even the ones who consider Him

mad or a fraud, self-indulgent, evil,

love Him and serve Him

in their own limited and inimitable way –

can’t we imagine this? 

Can’t we grant Him this much?

Everyone loves God, don’t they? 

Even those who’ve given up

or never knew or profess not to believe.

What else can love be (and from whence)?

What other object can love be for

in hearts that long, the force

that propels all life, all humanity

towards beauty, mercy, perfection, bliss?

Towards an ultimate quenching of loneliness?

What else can that love be for . . . but for God? 

The ineliminable and ubiquitous God and for Love Itself.

O child of God, everyone is a Baba lover,

each in his own limited and inimitable way.

Plunge!

Plunge!

Follow your nose, proposed the old man,
straight forward, straight forward, plunge!

As opposed to the mind (I suppose),
heart, belly, genitalia.  Can't miss it,

the aroma of roses and vernix caseosa,
guide and remedy for the blind curves,

the perpendiculars, paring down
the big picture to the opportune particulars

by an ambrosial scent;
straight forward, straight forward,

moment to moment, blindly led, blindly led,
hie, lovers, condensed, tapered and myopic,

towards the maze-concealed, aromatic,
romantic, long-sought, sniffed out truth.

O child of God, you will never arrive by a hesitant,
reasonable, cautious and half-stepping approach.