What Is

What Is   

Delve into existence beyond the apparent;

uncover evidence in this illusory realm

of the truth’s countless nuances.  Become wise

of your own ways and others.  Wisdom is righteous.

But, at some point you must turn away,

accepting only the apparent

because nuance remains illusion

and investigation is attachment

and the acceptance of existence

as being the ultimate reality.

To try and figure out life, ourselves and others

is to give it all too much importance.

To ponder beyond a certain stage

sweeps us away from God and the goal,

chewing the cud of falsity, indulging in the knowable –

a poor substitute for being and existence –

while the apparent is truly what is true,

happening in the one and only moment;

what our senses and mind encounters,

grapples with briefly and abandons ceaselessly; 

what is now, happening, holy, what Is,

signifying nothing beyond its miraculous existence.

O child of God, Meher urged everyone to see

beyond the form to Who He really is. 

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(photo by Office 361 - pixabay)

The nature of stars

The nature of stars  

A sky full of stars and the magi looking

eastward to an extraordinary flare

moving contrary to fixed patterns,

to all known predictions,

contrary to the nature of stars;

then, following it pell-mell –

blazing sun, freezing nights –

in a burdensome gallop,

destination unknown. It didn’t matter –

they were chasing the cosmic,

leaving behind the earth.

The great mystery of heaven

had come down to greet them,

to intermingle and lay on hands,

no longer remnants,

distant trackers and observers

but burning, existential participants

in the ancient, great fires of creation.

O child of God, chase after truth;

let nothing stand in your way.   

I am not myself

I am not myself             

I’ve taken up the tightrope these last few years,

having so little to lose, life and time precious

but the cheapness of my indulgences

showing through, while that high,

tense wire is the only path to the other side.

To grieve, to judge, to mind, to intervene

is to indulge in Illusion.  When the mind fasts,

every sentiment and desire, every concept

is a tempting morsel of entrenchment,

intransience, disobedience, bread for the mouth,

wine for the throat of that false entity.

High above the abyss, inching my way

towards whatever beckons from the other side,

I forego as best I might self-perpetuation,

the one exception being to pause continually

and remind myself I am not myself. 

O child of God, were you to bear alone salvation

nothing would be possible under its crush.

Begging bowl

Begging bowl  

To seek the truth (it seems to me),

is to covet what God knows and is,

while seeking nothing honors His secret.  

To seek nothing is the ultimate faith.

A dearth of trust is truth-seeking,

the self-seeking of reward –

truth being not what is known 

but what is now; nothing else to know -

unstorable; unrepeatable; untranslatable.

To seek nothing is to abandon the paradigm 

of loss and gain; to accept the mantle 

of our being an illusory scrap of nothingness.

So our choice is to grasp at truth

with our empty hands or simply to hold out

and accept whatever is dropped

into our God-issued begging bowl.

O child of God, truth is not to be found

but experienced in absolution and obliteration.

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(crop of a photo by sciencefreak @ pixabay)