you are the MERCY in justice tempered with mercy
you are the BENEFIT of benefit of the doubt
you are the DISCOURAGEMENT OF HEART WHICH SAVES--which balances my virtues due to which I am proud
you are the DIVINE CHEATER, who breaks your own laws, sneaks us past your own appointed guardian of karmic debt, giving a passing grade to a score of but 5 per cent
yes, you are the MASTER OF THE SHORTCUT, the THIEF-CHASER OUT THE BACK DOOR
you are 360 DEGREES (everything under the sun was chosen by you to be, even the snake swallowing the frog whole----------and all the other scenes seen as a sadness by me)
you are the HOLDER OF THE CARROT in front of us, stepping back, stepping back
and often the PRINCE OF THE ELEVENTH HOUR, as we with fear are wracked
and are you not my DIVINE MOTHER, who indulges me and plays with me?
and still, you are the silent sands of Sinai, and my walk to FINAL JUDGEMENT, wanting so to hear: "In you I am well pleased"
and were you not the six o'clock late summer SUN OF THE ADIRONDACKS, radiant but gentle on my eyes?
and yet, in truth, it is I, I WHO AM THE 'REAL' SAI BABA
I, born from ABSTRACT SATISFACTION
eventually to EVERYTHING MELTING
He is all that and more. Well done.
All so true, especially the ultimate truth...
this poem is a necklace carved of wisdom, etched with detachment, scribbled with love.