ISLANDS 

Beloved MEHER, in the sea of the mind and world, 
There must be islands of certainty, 

For no one could ever live 
In a world of total flux, 
Except by becoming total flux,
And who is ready or able to do that? 

Praise God, therefore, for Intuition,
Which allows small isles of solid ground 
To rise amid the Ocean's unceasing changes. 

Through moments of intuitive certainty
It is possible to island-hop across the Ocean
Until one is finally ready
To jump off the last island
And drown.

Oh, Island-Giver,
Your Mercy is so great!

On this tiny atoll,
With the Beauty
Of the Infinite Unknown
Stretching away
To the horizon on all sides,
Max gives thanks. 

This little cay
Of inwardly-discovered truth
Allows a bit of security,

And that lets strength build
To continue the Journey.