Time and Its Passing – (Hardcover)

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Originally published in 2009 as a work in 10 parts, this poetical meditation (now in 12 parts) is composed a prose-poetry form reminiscent of Walt Whitman and Francis Brabazon. The author takes the reader on a journey into Meher Baba's Divine Theme, through the lens of an American poetic consciousness ruminating on the timeless theme of time's passing.

In a forward to the new edition of this work, Rick Chapman writes:

"Time and Its Passing is none other than the progeny of [Francis Brabazon's] Stay with God and The Word at World's End and In Dust I Sing--it reverberates with the same passionate voice, the same focus on the One Divine Beloved, the same grounding in Avatar Meher Baba's own words and themes . . . in concert with a uniquely creative mind."

An excerpt:

I am the great Rememberer and Forgetter.
In one life I slay you in childhood, in another I grow you into an old man;
in both, before the beginning of each, I wipe the memory away.
I dream my dreams in you, and breathe my longing into your breath.
I am the bright singing in your eyes.
I am the last thought you have before you fall asleep.
I am the hunger in your heart, the thirst in your soul for something more .
I am the weight of days and the great wide arc of memory.
I am the diaphanous membrane of memory which only longing can pierce.
I am that sigh heard and remembered across the centuries.
I am the long thoughts, the long memories, the long hopes.
I am that which is forever lost, found and wasted.
I am that wordless poetry struck into verse by the wind and metered
by the stars.
I am the stiffly spoken speech of indignation.
I am the wordless speech of eye gazing when you love.
I am the burning and the coolness.
I am the ocean and the eye drop of water trembling on a leaf.
I am that hand you hold throughout a thousand lifetimes, never letting go,
not even for a moment.
And, could you but feel it, I am holding your hand even now,
and will continue to hold it until you yourself pass away in Me.


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