Because Of



If I was a Perfected Being,
This Grace would make sense
To those who say it arises
From virtue and merit…
“Because of”.

Even my Beloved Baba
Said it was due to past lives
Lived in renunciation
And spiritual disciplines,
Hearing which…

I cried.

For it would not then be Grace,
Would it,
But merely a worthless trinket,
Born of conditionality,
“Because of”.

That being so…
It would not be possible,
Even to discard it in the sewer,
For the sewage there,
Would hurl it back… insulted.