TO MY DEAR OCEAN OF LOVE

To my dear Ocean of Love,

My Beloved Ancient One, eternally young in Love―

To my dear Avatar of a million lives of

tears and sorrows: for lost souls' sake —

Oh dear magic charmer of hearts; only You

Can create remembrance of the glory of love long forgotten.

You are the whimsical pearl that fulfills destiny―

Blessed destroyer of remembrance;

Only Your touch can free consciousness

allowing it to bathe in the smile of adorable Love

The joy of being ever, ever infatuated;

You are the divine adolescent in love with creation,

adventure of adventures, romance of romances —

Oh Beautiful God, Baba; Self of myself,

For whom the game of Romance is just a whim, a momentary thrill;

To break the wonderful monotony of continuous Bliss.

That the eternal Power should in a flash of whimsy

humor itself with a dream of weakness—

Beautiful Lord,

who having no reason to Be just Is;

and just is the Love that all souls Love —

Once I tried looking in me to find You

so that I could look in You to find what was once me;

And looking here and there I thought —

wouldn't it be nice If I didn't have to look at all;

But could just relax into a good conscious sleep and

come back when the mood strikes, to enjoy some

sleepwalking in the dream worlds of materiality —

Up in some heaven

there is probably some place

where some angels are being told today that somewhere

there is a greater heaven of toils and troubles

Where God lives and suffers and

Where all good angels should go for salvation from

the damnation of ages upon ages of angelhood.

But in so doing they will meet in the world of toils

and troubles many hell raisers who have come

from the other side for salvation too —

All come and keep coming to answer the call.

You are our rare pearl, but to me you are

my very own Jewel, who came from seven planes High,

To a shadow world, seven planes Low,

Just to say ‘I love you — ‘

How marvelous that my Beloved loves me so much,

You do look different from what 1 thought You would look like.

How You must have suffered making the journey

through the shadow worlds.

It has altered Your appearance,

But I would recognize You anywhere;

Your Love is the same, it hasn't changed a bit.

It is no secret that I love You,

But we most drop all appearances;

Either You must find a way to me or I must find a way to You.

Separation is all right for those who can tolerate it,

But not being endowed with such strength or

weakness. sit may be,

And being a jealous lover. who must steal away the Ocean

with all its sweet nothings while a million come courting,

I take a brave stand, at the gate of Your form,

wearing my rags of ignorance to tell You

all sorts of stories to make Your bright eyes shine;

That we might at last embrace and become One

So that our love shall never ebb or flow but always be.

You are my soul's delight,

My own brightest light,

Where can You find another who complains

so bitterly over one separation?

Happiness is a secret that escapes me.

I have searched my heart and know that

separation is unhappiness.

What is the use to convince myself I am happy

when we are separate?

With love You have permitted me to obey You

and so draw closer to Yourself.

In truth I see my disobedience and my helplessness to it

and fear to rely on this to capture Your love. I am just a little drop,

And You are a mighty infinite Ocean.

My duty towards my family, the nation, the world

and all other drops is to swallow the Ocean of Love before it swallows me. That's the Love game.

If it should be that You swallow me first

What victory can You claim?

It is expected that the Big Enormous Ocean can swallow little helpless drops.

But consider!

What victory mill You have won if You do not swallow me,

Will not those who worship You, hearing of this

harbor secret despair in their heart of hearts and wonder;

Is the illimitable Ocean so filled with Itself that

it did not have room for even one more little drop?

If it be that I should fail to swallow the Ocean' love,

no one will miss me.

Perhaps souls may say in their heart of hearts;

too bad, so sad, he tried but couldn't drop his dropness

And they will turn away and forget the whole mad episode

Because no one really expects drop-me to

swallow Ocean-You anyhow.

If it should be that I do swallow You,

what a victory I shell have won;

A little drop that swallowed an entire Ocean ...Feat of feats!

Where Real Love is concerned what do we care about games,

and all that nonsense, and about who says what.

That we should he together is all that matters. Only time counts.

It taker time to suffer,

How much suffering is needed to end suffering?

How much time needed to end time?

For me beset with limitation,

it is backbreaking to make the journey to You.

I go at a snail's pace.

But you have the wings of an eagle, faster than the seconds of time

So come quickly my Love.

My suffering makes You suffer.

Do not let me make You suffer; I cannot bear it.

Come quickly my Love,

Lest I back-break my way to You.

I am weak now and tire easily

You are worth every ache and pain

and You are still not in sight.

But my feet won't move anymore

and my love is still much too close to see.

Why must You make me wait?

Is coming when I least expect it so important?

Perhaps patience would be a comfort to me,

Perhaps patience would be a comfort to me, a blessed virtue;

But I have heard You are fairer than the Virtues; and beyond them all

So what do I want with them.

Virtue may make the bad good and the good better, but I want none of it.

I love only You and want nothing to do with anything but You.

What kind of love is it that my Beloved has for me

that must wait on whims and pleasures —

when I am dying of separation?

You have said Your Love for me is beyond imagination;

Why is it not strong enough to make You come flying to me

when I do not even have the strength to roll my eyes in Your direction.

Are You afraid that I shall barn up or explode

if I saw Your loveliness?

It is the seven veils of nothing that keep You from coming?

If so, have no fear; it is the pleasure of my love for You that calls.

Dying would be no sacrifice at all.

Besides You chide me, is not Your sweet nectar of Love

delicious enough to make me forget all else?

What care have I if I disintegrate into dust;

or explode over the stars.

I shall never know it.

Come, dear Love, come;

Find no more excuses to absent Yourself.

Pretend no more that I am here calling.

Baba 's cabled reply:

YOUR LOVE SONG MADE ME VERY HAPPY THE LOVE POURED FROM YOUR DROP HEART HAS TOUCHED THE OCEAN