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. |