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25 January, 1977
O, Mehera, each one of your tears is a pearl of great price.
No one can know their value except your Beloved One.
Your eyes are deep wells, forever filled with longing for Him.
We come longing for one drop of this pure nectar of Love.
From your devotion to Him who is the Source of Allbliss,
We are set aglow, like evening clouds at sunset.
We have never seen your heart's real treasure-house that's alone for Him,
But the silver bells of your laughter ring because He's near.
From your joy, we are made merry and bright as He wishes.
Through you the Fire of His Sun comes afresh each day.
O, Mehera, He is always beside you, hand clasped to yours.
Through you, He moves and speaks, telling us diamond tales.
Your heart is the garland of roses of Love you put in His Room.
You are His heartbeat; your heart works alone for Him who is Lord.
— Barbara Roberts
SILENCE |
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Silence |
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| WHEN ONE IS NOT ENOUGH
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Is my wine, my wine |
My poem |
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| "We are helped by what is not
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His lips that never move |
| to use what is." Laotze
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My song |
His word of love poured down. |
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It is from a |
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mournful place |
Go on! Make dreams |
where one is lonely for two |
Of colored bread, His word — all joys |
| come these tears | Will have His name, after a while, |
burning love for you. |
All songs |
Will pearl upon His thread. |
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I know that |
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loneliness is a |
God! God |
primitive kind of love. |
Goes down like wine, ‘tis said |
But my sadness is |
By poets in their mere |
A candle-wick burning itself |
Of silentness, caught in their weir |
in a sacrifice of sorrow. |
Of silent words, caught in their songs |
Unsaid. |
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Baba, it is better |
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that I love you from |
I blame them not. Each jot |
this lone and separate place. |
And tittle of pure joy |
(Who answers in oneness?) |
He sang, once upon a dawn |
Creation’s book exposed |
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It is better |
With all blank pages |
| much better to keep this distance | The Word was this ― |
| missing you. | Love-wine. |
Impetus of love |
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burning away the 'two.' |
So hover not, dear poets |
Over words |
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When Silence-wine pours down |
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When God pours love like wine. |
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