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Color photo, Clive Adams

Mani, Arnavaz, Meheru
Color photo, Clive Adams

 

 

When I first came to Baba, I knew not wrong from right,

 

Until His Presence nurtured me, surrounding me with Light

 

But the wheel goes 'round and the sun goes down, and darkness takes the reins

 

For the night of separation and the lover's endless pain

 

CH.
He comes to desert wilderness
 
He comes to a thriving town
 
In plenty or in poverty
 
When the world is upside down
 
Gold or silver, sometimes thorns
 
Become His shining crown
       Oh, Baba! Baba guide us home . . .
       Oh, Baba! Baba guide us home . . .

 

When I first came to Baba, I was reborn again

 

But the rose you wear can prick your heart with the thorns of longing's pain

 

The days of life and the nights of death are snares to rise above

 

Just keep your heart in balance, ever steady in His love

 

             CH.

 

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