Idleness and Busyness

Idleness is not laziness to my Lord Meher.
Busyness is not industriousness to the Omniscient One.

Since I stopped trying to run with the world,
I merely enjoy the fragrance from my Beloved's Garden.

Does the succor of a man come through grimfaced labor,
Or through holding out an empty cup to God?

Honest are they who do naught all day but sing:
Guileful, those who divide the Ocean into "mine" and "thine."

Chasing Omnipotent Ocean to pocket its waters
Roils the reflective mirror of its Being.

A world that knew all has its Source in God
Would be a world with kindness and necessities for all.

Max says, see how my Beloved is always giving?
How many will slow down long enough to hold out their cup?

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