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Mr. Ross then read this lovely poem from Delia De Leon:

 

      The Beloved
 
Thy tender look
Hath drawn my soul
And set my heart
A flame with love
For Thee always;
Thou hast bestowed
So much on me
Unworthy me—
My prayer shall be
To do Thy will
And more and more
To love Thee still
Until at last
I cease to be
And merge within
Thy love, so still.

                                                                                                    

 

 

and from Norina Matchabelli:

Universal Selfhood

 

"Whatsoever your creed, church, belief, or station in life, live in the Truth.

The limited individual selfness has to make room for Universal Selfness.

Step out of the crippling selfhood of separative ignorance.

Be settled in the unaging immortality of Universal Selfhood."

 

While Mr. Ross read these and other poems, including some of his own, Baba sat almost motionless at times, giving one the feeling that while He sat there with us, He was also working somewhere else. Even when the meal was served, our attention remained focused on Him. Otto, the headwaiter, later said that he had never seen such a large group of people so quiet, so one-pointed on the guest of honor. He even confessed that whenever he came near to Baba, he himself received a kind of shock, which some people have said they feel on contacting Baba.

 

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