A COURIER IN GOD 

"Meditation on the True 
Teacher's form reveals the 
meaning of the objective world, 
as all objects are found to be 
contained in His person." 
      
                 --Francis Brabazon,             "Art as Practice of Devotion" Driving within Your Universal Body
From one place to another On a cool, cloudy day.
Myriad souls,
Drops of Your Being Buzz along these freeways, These veins & arteries of You. Deep in Your Belly, Deep in Your Guts I look out upon Blue trucks and red cars, Bridges and buildings, Smokestacks and palm trees, Cities, sea and mountains Stretching away All visible at once. When I was a child We used to spill a burlap bag Full of toy buildings and people Onto the floor and Make ourselves a city. You did that, too, Baba, You're doing it now, And I'm happy to be One of the little Toys in Your
Whimsical Game.

 

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