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Offer Everything
to God
...only separateness
is Taken.
We Become
What We Surrender to
Surrender to Nothing less
... than All.
~~~
ox Ekabhakta
Look,
I am said to be a blind ox
because I don't move
at feinted strike
or blink
till eye is touched.
what I See
is that people judge
by their own wants and fears
- and nothing else.
- and a Free Heart
doesn't judge
...at all.
so I don't move
to these things,
but I can Tell the Sting
of Beloved's Whip
- whether Held by
bludgeoning brute
- or child's hand.
Beloved's Whip
is like this -
small Sting
to get attention
hard Sting
to move past doubt.
but when heavy chains are set
and the Stings come Fast
- and Hard
if Earth
is to be Moved,
by Me,
alone,
- It Will.
This Whip has Told Me So.
~~~
"Mad Jack"
(a ballad of the Pirate, Mad Jack, by Darshan)
~
Aye……..
when I first spotted
Mad Jack,
-with a patch o’er one dead eye,
I knew we’d met a live one-
though Silence
was his way-
An enigma of Devastation,
his body scarred,
and lean,
A peg leg
was his left one,
and a stump arm
was his right.
But...
One
True
Eye
Captured
All
you think you are.
“You’re a mess!”,
said I,
to which,
He Laughed-
-it was a Joyous,
Hearty sound,
“And right you are,
my young Friend,
-God Loves
a Truthful man.”
- and this he said,
from Knowing...
though how I know,
I cannot tell.
said he,
“I’ve lost these limbs
on battlegrounds
I’d sought to
have me way-
Now me leg’s
too sore
to wander far,
and when me peg
wears short…
it’s circles
that I’m in !
... and these arms
which so greed’ly grabbed
…now hold just enough,
to get me by.”
And he swung his crutch up
- with his left -
to show the same
to me.
“But,
the Knife that took
me favorite eye,
Ahhhh,
...‘twas the Best of All.”
-and Silence
took him, then.
When next he spoke,
This Silence Rose,
and his grizzled voice,
grew Soft
- in its own way.
“All me life,
sight like a hawk,
I could size a man
in a single glance
And tell his worth
- to me...
And every one
was prey,
...indeed,
- that,
only,
was me way.
then a dagger from
some nameless hand
delivered me sight
from its measurin’ way !
-and me vision Lost
all depth.
Now,
mouse,
and man,
and mountain -
Y’er all the Same
to me !
Now True vision
comes my way,
as all does
that is mine;
- and the rest
is meant for leavin’ ! ”
And his one, lone, eye
did Hold Me,
then,
-from far beyond
my birth.
And he leaned
too close -
and gently spoke
-in words only
Heart
can hear,
“Now the biggest
in me sight
... is You -
So it’s You
to whom I Bow ! ”
And with that
he threw ‘way crutch,
and Dropped Down,
on single knee.
- and me,
I fell to cryin’
-from somewhere,
oh so Deep,
and I was
Mad in Love
with Mad Jack
-and his Simple,
Quiet Way,
-and I lost
me way of measurin’
with this Dagger
...to my “I”.
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