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The Master has said most of the world will perish
The Master has said most of the world will perish; Don’t let this bamboozle you, but his name cherish. Earth, millions and millions of times passes away Into nothing; But the mind survives gross decay. And takes birth again and … Continue reading
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Happy 125th birthday on Feb. 25th, Avatar Meher Baba
The fall from grace that is a shooting star recalls the highest heaven from afar; O the Lord and Master has taken birth to bless man and creature and holy Earth! Print Friendly
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I walk up the hill
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How the world cries for pie-in-the-sky and stellar bliss
How the world cries for pie-in-the-sky and stellar bliss, but no heaven or starship can match the friend’s kiss. God high in the empyrean is the distant father- deaf and dumb until embraced as our very brother. We have forgotten … Continue reading
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We walk and walk with the friend by our side
We walk and walk with the friend by our sideand the pain of our love and longing hide. We have no voice to be joyful aboutbut your silence to nourish as our lot. The flame of love lit a fire … Continue reading
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The path to the beloved Master in love street
The path to the beloved Master in love street ends with song rising in praise of his lotus feet. We know we have arrived when the tune of our song resounds in our hearts like a divine palace gong. It … Continue reading
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No one knows the way of Mary, matchless lover (Happy New year!)
No one knows the way of Mary, matchless lover; With each breath, she anoints her beloved savior. No one knows the way of Hallaj, Master of Truth; His rolling head is forever full of joy and mirth. No one knows … Continue reading
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Christmas Prayer
Fall rain on the shame of the politician; wash away the blame of our corruption. Fall rain on the shame of mighty Big Fist; wash away the blame that lies in our breast. Fall rain on the shame of We … Continue reading
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Crazy my love for the Lover beyond reproach
Crazy my love for the Lover beyond reproach; Alas for the heart that drinks her poison hooch! She gave me her lips again and again, but now I can’t remember who, or when, or where, or how! My memories have … Continue reading
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The Well Of Remembrance Draws Not From Memory
The well of remembrance draws not from memory, but from the fount of Silence that is creativity. Do you remember, do you forget, the stillness of rose unfolding? Such is how the longing spirit boldly grows. Bolbol, singing from the … Continue reading
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