61. The
riddle
Mkadk has not been able to solve this riddle
When You have so much, why You give so little
I have asked so little, for so long
Oh Lord, I don’t know what is wrong
Worldly gains are not what I want
Spiritual progress is the beggar’s cant
As a wise man from East once remarked
It is like getting from ocean dew drops
Few drops from a bountiful God
Ever generous or a miserly Lord
God replies
Does not matter when you want
But are you ready for the grant
Just length does not count
Only intent does not count
Everybody’s intent and effort are noted
In the end both are voted
Everybody gets his just reward
Something, if he has worked hard
This path has a guiding creed
Trained according to capacity and need
What you want, why are you doing this
Do you want fame, miracles or bliss
Or, on the
other hand
Love of God bubbles from you, you cannot help yourself
Songs for Lord, erupt from you, you cannot help yourself
Mkadk again
Wise words did not soothe his rebellious heart
Years of pain and anguish had made him distraught
What he wanted was certitude
What he got were platitude
Not a word of acknowledgement during all those years
Not one spiritual occurrence to allay his fears
He said, how can I be sure
That this is God’s talk
And not my own thought
Tell me something
Show me something
Which reason cannot explain
Science cannot maintain
But others can also ascertain
Issues between mkadk and God
As of now remain unresolved
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