Whyfor meditation
Whyfor meditation,
of it be a doing,
requiring a doer,
restricting divine bliss,
from taking us higher?
Whyfor meditation,
as a chore to be done,
merely a ritual,
a far cry from the truth,
of bliss beats actual?
Whyfor meditation,
if we choose not to shift,
in thought and word and deed,
plunging into the void,
with love our trusty steed?
Whyfor meditation,
if prayer be not our
heart's orientation,
moment to moment thus,
dance of celebration?
31-May-2022
Who am I ? I wonder oft
And hope that I may see,
Just who it is that's me,
And ask my maker up aloft
Who, indeed, I be?
Whyfor I'm here I ask aloud
And yearn for his reply,
And search for reason why,
From he beyond the cloud
Who, indeed, be I?
What use am I? I cannot know
If I am never told
What place that I should hold,
The direction I should go,
Until, indeed, I'm old.
When do I die? I ask again
When will my day be through?
If, now, I only knew,
I query this in vain
I do; indeed, I do.
No answer do I, yet, receive,
For he replying not,
A reason for my lot
Then, am I when I take my leave,
The soul that God forgot?