It seems You have moved
me to the Garden of Earthly Delights!
years in the valley You've lifted me to the heights!
All food is
Your Banquet; all pleasure is Your Joy.
out in the open and stopped being coy.
years of denial, You're now telling me "More!"
I feel like
shouting "Too much!" and falling in a faint on the floor.
Abundance is Your middle name.
away all the books I thought explained Your Game.
me on the head with Truth, now it's beauty and pleasure!
almost, with work, now it's enjoyment and leisure.
would gladly take as Forever this moment a-buzz.
But his life
with You shows every "now" becomes a "was."
to Meher Baba poems back