Christ comes as a dirty, broken beggar.
Buddha comes as a sick bird that needs tending.
Shiva comes as an enemy desiring your destruction.
Atman dances at the Center Expanding.
God shows up as a crying child
asking you to bandage His cut knee.
Ram plays hide-and-seek with
Loki and Odin in the Garden.
A whisper flutters on the wind,
tells you that you are standing
in the Navel of Creation where
Vishnu is dreaming.
Rumi and his Dervishes are dancing in and out
As you waver and stumble, watch, go back to standing.
Grace masquerades in all these guises
playing a game of charades with your mind.
Don’t fear, dear one, your Soul sees clearly.
Reach out — offer the poor beggar food and water.
Reach out — tend to the sick, bandage the wounds.
Reach out — stroll in the Garden, Dance a new song.
Growing into ever deeper circles of Knowing —
you are humming in the breath of Brahma.