smashed by light


you are smashed by light!
And the light burns brighter
with your face smiling
at the Master’s pleasure.
Your bloodied face is lit
by His bliss. We miss
your smile, Erico
but are happy
with your immense delight!
This poem may need an explanation for some. Erico,
the subject of the poem, and to whom it is addressed,
was bludgeoned to death in his sleep at Meherabad, India,
a short time ago. A week or so before this tragic event, he
had a inner experience, and which he related to a few friends:
Meher Baba, our Spiritual Master, appeared to him and
shattered him with Light.



This entry was posted in my own poetry. Bookmark the permalink.