into eternity to embrace all, past present and future, who love and serve Him for His sake alone; Baba sitting in the cool early morning in His hotel room with a handkerchief over his nose because, as Dr. Donkin stated after Baba's second car accident "the mucous membrane of the nose and accessory sinuses had become very sensitive and prone to congestion with the slightest exposure to cold"; Baba speaking of Pendu growing old and increasingly talking "of the early days", and then Baba himself reminiscing "about the early days"; Baba happy, Baba suffering: Baba's smile as the light of every love we have known or will know and His assurance to us that each love is but a step towards Him as Love itself; Baba's suffering as the light within our ignorance, and selfishness and his promise of our healing and our release from ignorance.
Baba, absolute Beauty, suffering that Beauty might know itself in all forms and beings; and creation bending low in pain beyond words and rising in new song and humanness in and through the suffering of Avatar.
We sought during those days of the Sahavas to entertain our beloved Baba, and ease for a moment the burden of His suffering and universal work. And at each anniversary of His stay with us, we have endeavored again to ease His burden for awhile. As a man leaves his beloved in the morning for the moment of his daily work, and then returns with glad song in the evening to offer the fruits of his labors at the beloved's feet; or as a woman releases each morning her beloved from her hands and adorns her heart and home during the day in order to weave garlands of soft movement and love-glances for her beloved's return in the evening, so we come each year to strengthen our hands for work and renew our love for his adornment, and in our joy of his presence to sing and dance and play for his pleasure. We come to Him to sing the fruits of our singing of the day or the year; and as Francis said of the singing at Baba's East-West Gathering in 1962, "in a hundred years we will be making good songs, and in seven hundred years God will be well-pleased with our singing."