All That Is Not God

If you meet a mystic in this life,
do this, dear friend –
take up his sword of Shabd,
for it will sever from your soul
all that is not God.

You will still adore the darling faces of your family,
but this blade will pierce your heart
and bleed your soul into the stream of spirit,
until you fall in love with the Light
that shines behind every face on earth,
and you call everyone your own.

You may still run toward your blind ambition
to buy land and put paper in your pockets.
But all you own and all you ever win
will never be enough to fill the emptiness of exile
or quench your endless thirst for something yet unseen.
And the desires you birth that do not benefit your soul
will arrive on earth, silent and stillborn,
without bright future or debt of consequence.

If you meet a mystic in this life,
do this, dear friend –
take up his sword of Shabd,
for it will sever from your soul
all that is not God.

You will no longer fear the dark inside yourself,
for this blade will rend the veil of night to reveal
an eternal sunrise behind your eyes.

And the shadow self you always thought was you
will die in the Light and be left behind
in an unmarked grave – somewhere
along the sunny road to oneness.