©1984 by Judy Ernst
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| The old poet, fallen |
| Seres into light: |
| Scattering, like seed, |
| His poems, white. |
— Filis Frederick |
| Thank you, dear friend |
For the greetings You did send |
To this ancient bloke |
Of the Ancient One |
Who knows life's a joke |
But not much fun |
If He were not with you, |
The Friend most staunch and true. |
If humans were like us |
Content, steady and slow |
Without flurry, hurry and fuss, |
They would soon come to know |
That there's nowhere to go |
Except to Beloved's toe! |
| So, at my Master's feet I rest |
Knowing how much I am blest |
And after 700 years |
| I'll greet Him, with cheers! |
| "God-Man is back, He was never away! |
Avatar Meher Baba, Ki Jai!" |
— Mani S. Irani |
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