The Key and Plea

A seeker does not need the boat or the bridge to cross the turbulent river of Love, says Khidr, the eternal traveler, in a spiritual dream

As I stood beside the River,
Thinking now or never,

I realized it wasn’t easy,
Not meant for the lazy.

To cross it
Would take decades,
Blessed even if
I were with aides.

There appeared then
The Eternal Traveler,
Whose name was to
All seekers familiar.

I told him
Of my predicament,
To save me
From embarrassment.

What was the secret
Of the seekers –
The Key which opened
Their Lockers?

Said Khidr, the traveler,
In an assuring voice.
His words and face
Shared the same poise:

“A Seeker needs
Neither boat nor bridge,
Time and space
Cannot hedge.

Time may get old, but –
A seeker only gets bold.

Love is
His key,
To God,
His plea.

Conspiracies will
Away run
From his heart which
With love-burn.

Paradise will be the first
To claim him,
His photo will be hung
There in frame.

When the sun of love
Shines on his heart,
His failures will
Afar evaporate.

A single breeze
Of love will suffice
To heal the many wounds
From the trials.

O little seeker
On the Path!
A Lover has but one fear:
To Lose his Beloved Dear.”

April 01 2012. Edit February 2024