Coming to Your house, how far we have come;
how far to go to be here.
Carrying the burden of our hearts
for it knew where it was going
The heart was heavy and calm
for it knew where it was going.
The heart was hushed and shaking
for it feared where it was going.
Our heart was dragging us
like the life-saver drags the struggling swimmer
from the ocean.
To the Ocean.
Our shy bodies dissolving around you,
in us, carrying you to yourself.
Coming home and a foretaste of
A foretaste because although we are home all the time,
it is still a long way to be here.
Here where the heart is.
Guruprasad called us home to send us home to ourself,
wherever we are.
Wherever we are, you are.
We have wept, we have laughed
we have sung and we have listened.
Now we are approaching silence,
no more weeping for a while.
So many strange emotions and strangers
have entered and left.
And now just the full emptied heart
waiting to be filled by you.
Waiting to find you at home
in our own country.
O Meher, consume our minds
in the flame of your name
O Meher, our heads are laid at your feet,
may they never rise again.
O Meher, allow us to bow the head so perfectly
so it may contain the entire heart of devotion.
Father, you have been waiting at the gate so patiently.
Father, we the prodigal children.
Father, your arms are so strong about us now.
Never will we forget the sweet smell of your house.
You have set the finest ring on our finger,
Oh what a feast we have had.
Oh what a gift.
Giving the gift of ourselves to you.
We have come bleating to the gentle sacrifice
where you sacrifice yourself
upon the altar of our hearts.
We are leaving the marriage bed
dazed at the power of your love.
Oh Meher, Beloved invisible,
you have shown us just a little of yourself
and already we are stumbling about
the garden bleating your name.
You have held a magnifying glass to our hearts
gazing back into your eye;
Oh what an oceanic blazing eye you have.
And when you wink our hearts disintegrate
in your tender laughter over us little lambs.
What shy lovers we have been.
You have opened the flood gate ever such a little way and already we
want to shout love from the
rooftops, love in the trees, make love
in the tombs and love the
howling humble bees.
Contain us Baba
do not let us burst.
Feed us Baba and wean us
Use us Baba use us in whatever way you
Without doubt we are leaving your house knowing we are home.
Meher we are on our way home.
All together now. One . . .
Baba is good for you. Baba works.
Acha! Acha! Acha!