A pilgrimage to Thy feet someday I hope to make
where I no longer will be, except as dust, for my sake
to please You and seek Your pleasure to date
when knowing You are really my best mate.
If You appear to be hard on me I will know
there's something more You wish me to forego.
You have a habit of working in unfathomable ways
mind boggling to those who attempt such displays
as knowing Your will when Your whim's holding sway
revealing their ignorance and causing some dismay.
You have and use the capacity of a universal mind
staggering to the imagination leaving it far behind,
being the subtlest of the subtle and pervading all planes
throughout the three worlds You're the One who entertains.
Whether in apparent joy or sorrow remaining always the same
established in reality and far beyond the opposites' game.
You're the perfect mirror reflecting what and where we are;
as being unrealistic and caught in illusion, not going very far.
When we recognise our situation and let You take us by the hand,
with all faith and humility, we can reach that place where You stand.
Outwardly You appear to have a most unassuming stature
yet inwardly possessing spiritual wealth of an infinite nature.
You radiate divine love to all who come before You;
in Thy presence it's like drowning and melting into
a supremely blissful existence beyond any worldly experience.
An intense yet somewhat cooling fire of love, in all conscience
like an inner awakening and emerging into a fathomless being,
all around as inseparable parts of an infinite ocean and seeing
that there is nothing else to behold in formless eternity
which is really our true nature and immaculate reality.
You have indicated that You're the One many seek but so few find
and that You are the Ancient One; being The Only One of a kind.
This time around though You have come not to teach but to awaken
and by remaining silent, through Your silence, the world will be shaken.
Perhaps like an oncoming storm where lightning is seen before thunder
Your glory will manifest regardless of what is going on down under.
Eventually ushering in the New Humanity of which You have spoken
and uttering One Word, everywhere resounding, Your silence is broken.
Revealing Your greatest manifestation as You long ago stated
thence Your Final Declaration will thus never be outdated.
You exist eternally having no beginning or end
and in reality You're the most sought after friend.
In those who are pure at heart and mind You are so easily found,
and if anyone learns to speak Your language You always come around.
In times of need, especially when the world is in much turmoil,
You make Your appearance on earth undergoing incredible toil.
To one and all You give each a gentle push forward
doing Your ages old duty bringing all closer toward
that state of existence which is indescribable for any to express
making available Your glorious nature by compassion nevertheless.
You are the Avatar - God incarnate in human form,
the oldest and wisest being exceeding all rivals born.
In each new age that You are brought down
by those Five who have been chosen to crown
You as The Highest of the High and hand over the reins
of the entire creation for You to steer away from the pains
and hidden fears of seemingly premature self-destruction,
by Thine infinite divine attributes You overcome all obstruction.
You haven't come here to establish a new society, organization or religion bring
but to revitalise and bring together all that have come before like beads on a string.
Undergoing infinite suffering while in the body for humanity's sake You are
only asking for love in return from those who know You as MEHER BABA.
A great deal of Thy work was done with those Wayfarer souls,
Thine intimate lovers, scattered all around, playing their unique roles,
but appearing somewhat dazed and destitute like other madmen around,
You recognised they were intoxicated from Divine Love true and profound.
Nourishing and satisfying their inner yearnings You helped them all get along
and when realising Whom they were with, knew it was to You they did belong.
Also You washed, clothed and fed many of the other unfortunate ones
sharing with each an intimate moment of love for which You had come.
It was because of Thy greatness and glory that You achieved all this and more
showing all mankind, by love and compassion, the road that leads to Your door.
AVATAR MEHER BABA KI JAI
The town thrown from "of a different time".
surrounding Energy pulled from my mind,
such of a humbled style and full of Holy Grace
all that puts a smile upon Our face.
from what ever Shoppe,Home nor place you go,
just cross over the covered bridge We All know,
the House of Worship to the source that pierces the Heart.
a place called L.G.C.C .of a connection "where to start".
walk through the preserves named of Heron.
No matter where a time you've may have been,
the Master's within,Angels singing here of Heaven.
So all We have perceived, artistical in beauty.
Musicals,written to Humility for Humanity.
So reach out,show the World, infused of such a taste,
breathe in it's design,state it's Honor, state it's case.
Long Grove, Illinois U.S.A. To the World, We All Embrace.
Things never seem right
When I dream
And when I awake to the same sane me
I'm not so sure you can see what I mean
But what I want is to dream, dream, dream
Forever gripping the rails of sleep
Because inside of it I can do as I please
Lurid visions, fascination
A welcome break from monotony
Everyday seems so dull
Compared to when I'm in my bed
When I awake I am struck with wonder
How could my brain take me so far under?
The things I see
The things I hear
Some weird combination
Of hope and fear
If sleep has taught me anything
It's that anything can be anything
And everything isn't what it seems
Turn it around and upside down
Then look it through a telescope
A microcosm of possibility
Shame and humility
Oh, the things, the things I've seen
In my sleep
Humility and Humiliation
Are first cousins of a sort.
When they roll off my tongue,
They seem identical twins, or
If not siblings
At least sharing some common ancestry.
But after they flee my mouth,
The resemblance ends.
Humiliation is designed by others
Their words twist, morph, bend, break.
Until the face I see,
When I look in the mirror,
No longer belongs to me.
Comes from within.
No tongue can give it life,
Not even my own.
Humility is an acceptance,
Not a rejection,
Of who I am,
Who I am not.
Is to simply
I’ve been out to lunch since we got here.
everyone is out to brunch celebrating maternal lessons
begotten lies or if they’re triumphant
sometimes things just go away
like missing pieces
backs of earrings in the hotel room at your cousin’s wedding
origami petals you sprinkled at her ankles
when you were just learning how to fix the cereal
to give appreciation for the succulent heart
you’ve been munching on to get on with your new one
diplomas, expired passports, birth certificates
that don’t really mean much
you’re here & you can prove it if they ask
with this giant gaping hole in the center of everything
that you at last had the guts to crack
the diamond she stole
all winter blooms
the time you had left
grand ideas slipping out of your ears
little ripples of eureka!
plopping on your floor for the ants to devour
you should have tried harder
because love is boundless I can’t possess it
it consumes me with its pretentious humility
strangles like southern nooses
swallows like their tidal waves of unyielding humidity
feelings for the flesh that steals me so palpable
moaning exorcist! & synonyms for hurry up
the climax is the body’s clever parapraxis
I want this thing gone
so I can be in an overgrown hat with tea & good ideas
I’ll slice open those little bugs & rip em back out
write down their thoughts
send it back to you stuffed with their dead little toes
& threatening locks of my dead ashy hair
evanescence & maladaptive woolgathering
knitting a sweater full of verses I’ve never heard
wear the world like vapor
dissipating around my shoulders
my fortune cookie says
my dear girl you are so lonely
you have created all this
you are mourning events
people places & things that never existed
(cut it open, pull it out)
wipe those ruby red eyes
& take a look around
but my house is a burning building
so I gotta run
again you have missed it
I had one fawn over me
but he fell in the giant yawn I stomped in the yard
like my bright wishes, he’s also gone
there’s a flaw in the world tonight
eyes shut tight
& I am fixing it.
I've discovered a sense of loss and acceptance.
I hope this is only a new lesson in patience.
The last thing I want is mindless complacence.
So, I let go of the edge, and launch out to sacrifice
A few degrees to the right and, Houston, we have compromise.
Let's drop off the arrogance in the cold dark of space
And pick up humility on the way back to intelligence
The unreachable dream becomes once more tangible
I swirl it and spit, the image is palpable
Happiness isn't lies, it's something more valuable
I plunder my mind's eye, I find silvery judgement
Trust issues aside, I have to know my own justice
Grasp and define, I search for some substance
I remember a time when I spoke up in classes
Asked too many questions, written up for being curious
Well, I found a voice
I am a force
Reckon with me
You have no choice
There is that pride
I must apologize
If you can still speak
I'll listen, I'll try
I dedicate this one to Daniel James.
To think its even palpable
To the venial
Of vengeful animals
The tiny trees
Just with their being
A seething species
In the pieces
Scattered in the streets
I wish i could say
There was disbelief
But i got a subscription
To weekly casket wreaths
And im singin in the rain
Refraining from profane
Crackling in the rain
Of my reign over sane
Waning in the basements
Flooded with the muck of lakes
In the same shit
I go silent
Squirting the words
On the wills of birds
Chirping the verbs
Of disturbing slurs
That i never heard
But im keeping you on blast
To unmask the crass
Endeavours of an ass
Fighting fire with fire
First and last to laugh
Burning blurbs on your maps
Every time your lapped
And lapsing in the trash
Itching the rash
Amassed in your lap
And slapped in the face
A disgrace to the pace
Of a space in the haste
Of wasted hate
Too late to change
Into shorts today
To show the shit
On your legs
As your girl
Cries when she begs
For me to cum in her face
But its okay
She knows her place
But do you
In the back of the line
In the grey and the blue
Whispering to you
To stay and acrue
In militant pedigrees
Of satirical phalacies
From your knees
You need me
Its on you
I will never understand why so many people see nothing but ugly int he world yet claim to be awake. Not to mention, that contradicts my own belief that no one is fully "awake" in this life (you're a soul in a shell. Am I right?).
It's like they have to cling to something ugly to feel alive. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe because they don't yet have the ability to see the beauty in all aspects of life (yes, even the tragic), or they're just too afraid to dig within their own strands of poo and extract the ugly. And in my world, that's the fun in this experience, directing all of it and blooming.
Just because something glitters doesn't mean it's gold but it goes both ways... just because something glitters doesn't mean it's evil either.
Not everything out there is out to get you and not every person you meet is of "the other side". Life is not the Hunger games, if you understood you wouldn't be comparing it to such a story (yeah, that happened, folks). If we're "infinite beings" or "not of this world" why would our reality be something that simple? Truth is subliminal. I don't know. Does anyone understand what I'm saying? Is this relevant? I hope so.
All I know is unrelentless compassion is the most divine thing I've ever experienced in this life. Letting go of hate through empathy... Empathy to the point that your heart breaks for another person, not just yourself. Sometimes it becomes a fault within myself. However, I'd rather be at fault for too much humility compared to too much pride.
Sometimes, I think I could be just as lost in the sauce as most of the population, in some ways I think I am. No one has it all figured out in this life, it's a constant process of digging. It's something beautiful, at least I find an unworldly joy out of it. I guess we'll all find out eventually.
You make man made gods with your colors and screens
But can you knit hearts with holding hands?
For you are far from the keys that turn to open these doors
To slay the selfish dragon
And behold the wisdom of selflessness
This is to become humility
And that's why, in times of stress, they appear in my life
I'm never picky around this time, whoever smiles first is fine
And as I struggle with my fate, I notice that his calls are late
or maybe they don't come at all
or maybe they are laced with hostility
and then I cultivate a humble humility
for to keep this male in my life, all depends on it, like to cut an apple
you need a knife
no matter what they do, I can't let go
Other women, then we're "just friends" and so,
I wait and hope and try to please
as he give another one a squeeze
And that hurts, but I wasn't patient in my choice
I never gave myself a voice.
The storm hit, and I just grabbed what was near
and now I cling tight, stuck with it, my fear
of letting go is too strong, even when I know this is wrong
I read in my little black book, from a few years back,
some wisdom I used to know,
and it said, men equal security, so in times of stress,
you'll find one and cling, never rest
And there's been about six since I wrote that
And the latest one, I'd like to throw back
into the river, to swim on and spawn
it's not like he did anything wrong
he never asked to be my security
Why can't I find that in me?