Saturday, October 29, 2016

Unhand the world

Unhand the world  

Surrender by unhanding the world;
true humility, it seems, the perfect slave,

attained by embracing utter ignorance
and some sort of dynamic passivity.

Incapable of grasping the Truth, the mind
must be put aside, or by grace put itself aside.

Though it might lead, by negation,
to Truth’s threshold, for the pilgrim

to enter the Tomb-shrine, the discriminating mind
must resolutely and purposefully be discarded

like sandals outside the door –
feet bare and the world unhanded,

naked of any reactive defense
until it becomes dissolved in wholeness,

so They say, seamlessly forever unattached.
Ignorance embraced by faith,

nurtured and established until it becomes,
by grace, whatever True Knowledge is.

O child of God, Meher said, love Me;
do not try to understand Me.

(photo of Meher Baba's tomb - Meherabad, India)

Saturday, September 24, 2016

  Garment of leaves          

Heart like an apple core --
that’s where the seeds are. 

People take you for a lunatic
but it’s just the inner thunder

giving you that far away look,
(as Adam must have looked,

gazing back across the garden pale),
impeding nimble strides and coherent speech.

What’s a man’s gait anyway,  
but a limping away from his destiny?

Or smooth talk if his seeds are stone?
The crooked path he follows

can only lead back to where he began –
the garden in the chest.    

It’s all there in the core – root, leaf, bark, fruit;
soil, water, sky.  Time makes us think

the apple in our hand is ripe and ready
to sink our teeth into.

O child of God, shed that garment of leaves.
Venture naked into the new world.
(image by falco @ pixabay)

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Where the day will take us

Where the day will take us                       

Harder each year, becomes the routine –
folding and unfolding myself;

reach, stretch, bend and arch. 
Harder still to flex that not-the-body

pertaining to me – to keep it vital –
generous and receptive.

Jesus said, become as a little child –
when I went about 

where the day would take me,
shedding a life in time

of hierarchical impositions;
exploring the outposts and wild purlieus –

nameless and unruly; heroic and detached.
It’s not that unmarked tablet

(lost on the way to school)
we must recover but, our flexibility,

our susceptibility, slipping out
of our tendencies, our utterly crushing contexts,

young and vigorous, lithesome and nimble,
adventuresome deep in our bones,

as we go about exploring the vast,
Godly paths of where the day will take us.

O child of God, are your own arrangements
superior to your Father’s intentions?    
(photo by Dassel/pixabay)

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

God's gift

God’s gift      

Enjoy this moment God has made,
o companions, knowing full well

we have no right to joy –
not having earned it,

not owning it nor having created it. 
It’s a loan, a temporary possession,

slipping inevitably through our fingers.
Endure the suffering moments as well –  

God’s loan, also – knowing we do not
own suffering and have not earned it.

We pray for one and not the other
but, God gives neither joy nor pain;

God’s gift is life – temporary, also –
the fleeting, undivided experience

and awareness of it – the ecstasy and horror,
love and bitterness, grief and pride,

the gentility and brutality of it through which
we must make our way, time after time,

until God gathers it all back again
into His vast, bestowing arms.

O child of God, to accept the gift of God,
accept the total, eternal ownership of the Giver.