You and I

You are the infinite one, the great boundless
You are the one that’s within and without
Every thing in this very physical world and
those other worlds I can only imagine about.

I am the flawed one, the absolutely worthless
Surely not at all a design flaw, dear designer
But a case of maintenance flaw, gathered over
So many many years of gross misdemeanor.

Some folks say you are not at all needed
To prove how every thing came about
Most folks say you are very much needed
To give them solace, soothe when in doubt.

I swayed this way and that way for a while
And then, finally liked the idea that you exist.
A good force, a good thought in a world very wile
A presence, an idea on which the great ones insist.

Makes ordinary me feel safer and surer
Of my stay here, in this suffocating lair
To think and believe someone’s up there,
To soothe, to hold and to offer endless care.

The weird insurance policy, infinite its surrender value
The willing toddler who’ll walk in to any heart pure
The magic mirror reflecting what the observer holds true
The one and only one who’ll bail folks out of rut, for sure.

Yours is the face in the crowd, a presence unseen
Until the scales fall from someone’s eyes very keen
Only you know how many times you whiffed past me
Whenever I was down, hit by many situations mean.

Forms though you have many, formless too you can be
Paths there are many, to be one with you ultimately
Wars there needn’t be, for, you are a magic tree
With fruits of the kind what each one wants them to be.

I think of all those crazy deals and petty barters
I tried to make with you, almost every other day
Whenever things went wrong in my life’s quarter
Whenever I begged ” please ,don’t turn me away”

All those nickels promised, in all my ignorance,
To the one and only one who owns the universe.
All those “contracts” drawn, in my sheer arrogance
To the timeless one who is beyond word and verse.

All those salty tears shed, all those nasty brawls
Whenever I didn’t like at all the bitter pills I got
And all those all too hasty thank- you scrawls
Whenever I loved those gifts I eagerly sought.

Then again , the never ending “I want now” list
The all-new “please, bail me out of this!” list
All those dreams showing your faces through the mist
As I’ve been trained to see in my very short quest.

Was that really you? Or was that some illusion?
Was that my brain playing a nasty trick on me?
Was that you who said,” Hey, stop fretting
Worry not, I’ll take care” to a down and out me?

You know, like many, I too am looking for magic,
For a special rainbow which I can have and hold.
In a pathetic world which is, if any , all too tragic.
Always putting a ginger foot in the threshold.

The fun we seem to have in this “here now “ world
Is just a little sugar on a large piece of leathery dough
When bitten into, hard to spit out,so tough and cold.
A little more for some, a little less for some,though.

I do appreciate, whenever I visit a healing place
As a visitor, that Iam better off than most and
My loaf of life has more sugar , a sigh crosses my face.
I know I shouldn’t complain at all in the end.

I believe there are folks who get to talk to you
Who have gone up the ladder of consciousness
Who have reached almost there, their souls anew
And felt that bliss which is beyond the guileless.

I am still in the rut, well below ground level
That ladder way beyond me, in a faraway lane
extending in to the clouds of thoughts and spirit
While I am deeply rooted in the physical plane

Throw more boulders on my path if you have to
Give me more tests and trials if you really want to
Try my endurance if you need to, but forgetting you
is something your stubborn daughter will not stoop to.

For, she knows every problem comes with a toolkit
Faith being its golden key, thanks many for the gift,
Dear parent. With your grace she’ll add sheen to it
And with your help, can help friends find one like it.

That aside, patient one, I have another deal to offer
It’s this, I don’t want me to be me, but you!yes!you!
This little soul wants too much, way beyond its worth
The lowly sparrow wants to fly like a falcon, true.

So many major flaws, so many many doubts
So many wrong moves ,so many doubt-filled kinks
Not a well run company, this hopeless lout
Yet, I suggest a total take-over now, oh, yes!

And ,you know,frankly you don’t get much
In this very funny deal. Whatever that I own
I’ll surrender my all, which is your gift as such
Make a new me out of me and I’ll not be alone.

All that I own, my remaining term in this earth
My flawed mind, my strength that’s undependable
My less than perfect heart, take it all for all it’s worth
And dwell in me, for you would it be impossible?


Think your thought , speak your speech
Do your deed, all through imperfect me
Who doubted, who ranted, who looked around
All her life, the truth always beyond her reach.

Finish this unfinished, complete this incomplete
Water this barren soul, infuse it with pure joy
Of your knowledge, loosen those ties that bind
And, never, ever, leave this worthless toy.

I would like to lock you up now in my heart cage
And throw away the keys, but I am all too raw
And unsure of myself, you know, am no sage
So imprison yourself, leave not, the game will be a draw

But, before that, a word of caution, oh, great one
This heart of mine is bullet ridden, too many shots
Far too many hurts to take a lot of love all at once
Oh, gardener, like a wee blade of grass with weak roots,

This just cannot take too much water, might collapse
Needs a drop, now and then, and not all at once.
But needs water to stay afresh. Yes! Easy are the hurts
For the grass is used to being walked all over.

But love? The all encompassing , all powerful love?
The kind of which no true blue human is really guilty?
Little by little please, to begin with. No hurry
The grass might need lots of time to become a tree sturdy.

Seeking the ultimate is my job, granting is yours.
May be I am too greedy, but seek I have to.
For, if not in this term, I may yet get a chance
In one of my next terms. But seek I have to.

This is may be my too confident first step, oh great one
I know you’ll take at least two steps towards bridging
That huge gap between you and me, made by me
In some space-time my soul wanted to get away from you.

So there, this is my application. This is my final deal
with you. Mistakes, please pardon, Oh, patient one
Consider my plea and gladly I’ll wait for the seal
Of promise from you, my job for the term well done.