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THE WIND OF THE WORD drawing of Francis Brabazon
by Francis Brabazon
Paperback, 19 pp., $1.50, Garuda Publications
 
The Wind paused, and then began to intone:
And when the kingdom of Progress-ever-more
is over all the earth, people will not be needed.
The Machine will design machines for
machines to make and wheel out and cover
the earth — for the beauty of it,
for the pleasure of Progress-ever-more.
And when the whole earth rejoices with scrap-metal
and not one blade of grass can be seen,
the Machine will order a shining road
to be built to the moon, to Venus and Mars
where Progress-ever-more will have weekend cottages!
 
The Wind laughed a great boisterous laugh
which set the banana leaves swaying and rustling
like Hula girls in the moonlight.
And said
 
quietly again: All things in creation
 
give themselves to me as my instruments.
 
All things except men. But never fear,
 
my young, old friend. No matter
 
what small god men set up and worship,
 
eternal, beginningless Being continues to Be.
 
   
Endure. Remember that the only thing
 
that matters is the love with which one does
 
what one does, with which one says what one says.  
Endure. Endure till the Word of Creation  
breaks the seal on its long Silence,
 
and I sing the new Song to the Word.
 
Against that time, I ceaselessly seek throats  
that will give shape to my Song.
 
   
I am the Voice of God
 
walking in the evening, calling,
 
Adam, where are you?
 
Why are you hiding from me? —
 
Then it was only a matter of waiting for the Advent of
 
the Word.
 
And He reached out across the separation that was between us
 
and said: I am here where I am, and where you have put me. —
 
And I asked: When, Beloved, will I meet you?
 
And He said: In my time — which is the right time. —
 

 

Then one night I had a dream in which I was swimming in the sea and was carried out into deep water, where I sank. Down and down I went, until my feet rested on some solid object which moved to the shore; and I found myself sitting naked on the beach, weeping, and before me was the divine Beloved Himself, Meher Baba, smiling.

 

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