TO SEE GOD
If you sit in Mehera's garden
With the murmur of voices
Gently wafting from behind
Look deep beyond the flowers
And See God
Wonder at the gentle patience
Of the Women Mandali
Sharing their unshakeable love
Look deep behind their eyes
And See God
The copper hammer beats his song
Soft music floats across to where you sit
No false note disturbs the air
Listen very hard
And You'll Hear God
Smell the sweetness of the damp earth
Fresh from the night's rain
Smell the perfume of the champa
Breathe very deeply
The Fragrance of God
So whilst in Mehera's garden
Enjoy the vista before you
Wonder at the women's presence
Tap to the rhythm of the song
Feel so deeply in your heart
Your eyes fill with His tears
And Know The Compassion of God
Walk beside me
Along this stoney path
Hold my hand
along this arid way
Until we reach
The lush green lands
Where paths divide us
There let us embrace, so
never lonely will we be
whilst we journey to the end of time
To meet again
Just you and me
Bowed by the heavy rain
The frangipani blossom
Sends its sweet fragrance
Rising into the early morning mist
Soon the clouds will lift
And the moist air
Be dried by the warm sun
And with the sun the morning will still
Quiet after the night's storm
The blossom refreshed, will lift each head
To greet the day anew
MY MASTER SPEAKING
This day I did not go to my Master's Tomb
For we conversed by the night's full moon
I sat whilst He talked
For I had nothing to say
Only to ask Him for wishes
Conceived that very same day.
I could see no further than 24 hours.
My Master — He saw for billions of years.
The wine I sipped was of the grape vine kind
Whilst He offered me wine with a different mind.
He told me to still
To listen hard until
His silent words poured into my heart
For only then would I understand His art
So now when what to do I need to know
My heart listens for His silent words to flow.
Each rose I give to thee
I swear 'twill be the last
So sharp its thorns
Within my grasp
Enough, enough! I want to say
But as does the sun's light
Filter gently through a tree
So as always with a rose I see
A glimmer of hope shining through
Forever then I sip the wine
And give the rose to thee
MOON AND STARS
I saw a shooting star this night
So I wished
I wished that you were here
But oh contrary heavenly light
Left me standing still, alone.
Just standing there
Staring at a sky full of the wishes
Of thousands over ancient time,
Unfulfilled — just like mine
So the new moon came
And I wished again.
I willed it to answer my prayer.
But the moon though new
Left me just standing there
So on my knees I fell
My God the tale to tell
He answered me: In patience wait
Your time will come.
So, I still stand waiting
Hands outstretched for
Not moon or stars, but
Love to bring you near
Baba I understood we come to earth with a choice.
If this is so I'm sure I would have asked for a voice
A voice that produced sweet gentle singing
Not like flat out of tune cracked bells ringing!
My whole life I've wanted to sing
So to all the world good music bring.
At school my friends sang in soaring high crescendo
Me? flat, wrong key, a meek and sickly alto
I guess now it's too late with the years rushing by
Now all I can do is listen and sigh
Next life Baba give me a break
Remind me to ask for a sweet singing voice
So that I too may show how much in your love I rejoice
"God is infinite and His Shadow is also infinite. The Shadow of God is the Infinite Space that accommodates the infinite Gross Sphere which with its occurrences of millions of universes, within and without the range of men's knowledge, is the Creation that issued from the Point of Finiteness in the infinite Existence that is God."
The Everything and the Nothing, 16, "The Four Journeys"
We see you only in your shadow
For shadows there is no growth
Just the false illusion as the sun
Lengthens or shortens the image
According to its own brightness
No feelings deep, no reviving sleep
No understanding, compassionless
Show us your whole self untouched by fear or doubt
Show us the brightness of your face
In gentle pure and even light
Not in the long shadow at the start of night
Show us the joy the real joy of real sight
That we might fight the negativity of shadows
Show us the sweetness of your compassion
So we might emulate your glowing luminosity
Give us the inner peace of knowing
Shadows exist only in the mind
Yet through a sip of your sweet wine
The reality of your true love we can find
The waves crashing on the sandy shore
The white foam dancing
With millions of bubbles prancing
Rushing to meet the land and creations law
You just one bubble amongst billions
Each crashing wave bringing more foam more bubbles
Some retreating back to sea and safety of the known,
Some bursting to greet the air and experience the new, unknown
But incessantly unrelenting the foam all the time dancing
The waves crashing crashing like mountains falling into the sea
The bubbles uncertain which way to go
Should they find new life, new horizons
Or retreat to the safety of the outgoing tide
To be swallowed into the depths of another sea
Repeating the pattern on another as yet unknown shore
Where there too the waves will crash against the sandy shore
And the foam will dance and the bubbles prance
Oh bubble which way to go?
One day you make me laugh
Another day you'll make me cry
One day you make me sigh
Some day you'll make me die
Then you'll make me live again
Oh why oh why just WHY?
You'll make me like a bouncing ball
Some lives tall and some lives small
Every lifetime to recall
Again to laugh to sigh to cry
Again to await that final breath
So i might live again in death
forever reaching for that promised goal
To re-affirm, You hold my soul
I have landed in every country in this world,
Sat on each of the seas' sandy shores,
Each oceans' pebbled beach.
Every rock pool I explore
Is occupied by salty creatures of the seas.
I have been trapped in iceflows
And watched the polar bears at play.
I have been burned by scorching sun on sand,
Been lashed by fearsome storms,
Forced hundreds of miles off my course,
Been gently taken to still calm waters.
But eventually I will come to the place I'm meant to be
For I am but one bubble in the foam of the mighty sea.
LOST AND FOUND
I did stray from my Path's way
But I felt so sure that you would stay
And keep my feet from stumbling,
My thoughts from wandering.
Ignorant and blind I blamed you for my own stupidity
And for religion's rigidity.
So without more ado I knuckled down to enjoy
My own kind of wine tho 'twas not as sweet as thine.
I drank and ate my full yet no friends I made,
Just empty noisy jollity.
No intimacy or love met me on this particular path.
Yet somehow all along that path I knew,
I knew it was my mind and not my heart that led astray.
But in my loneliness and grief I charged you to be the thief
That stole my heart at heavens gate
And left me so bereft I thought my whole self would break.
It seemed you turned your back and let me stay angry and alone
So there was no need to greet me or show your love Divine.
In desperation I thought to live without your Grace
And without your wine.
Crushed and friendless, I turned away from this place
And only then did you turn with your lovely face toward me
And you picked me up and placed me at your feet.
LOVE JUST IS
Love, alone, suspended in a void
Waiting, hurting, Freudian
In it's longing to be loved,
Hoping, waiting its turn to give love.
Love does not deserve to be,
Nor does love deserve not to be
Love just is.
Love can move only in its own void
Or it can encompass the whole world.
It has its own rights and reasons,
Independent of distance, range or seasons.
Yet this same love, which can move mountains,
Can freeze a word, a glance, make immobile
A hand wanting to reach out to a beloved.
Love captures everything, gives everything,
Yet obeys the laws of freedom.
Love we say is blind not so.
It sees far beyond the mind.
Love's instinct knows where all else is blind.
Love expands never binds.
Selfless love needs no sacrificial gestures
For love will share equally in both joy and sorrow.
So with love take care, to abuse it never dare.
Leave it not in suspended void state
But set it free to see it grow at its own pace
For to refuse love its freedom leads to soul's stalemate.
Revised 25 September 2011