Thursday, January 28, 2010

You are the Singer . . .

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. . . YOU ARE THE SONG !
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I have become, Meher Baba, a house for You
And You exist in my every part:
I remain a shadow: You, the Eternal Light,
Filling, with Glory, my humble heart.

Can hatred work, when you are present
Always hiding within and without:
If I were to die, will I not rise once more,
With Your Immortal Name as my shout.

"Jai Baba !", I call to heart's content.
Do not cross my humble path:
My ego has been destroyed by Him,
But, can you face His Love's wrath ?

I no more exist because He alone exists
In all planes I thought were mine,
No dart nor missile can search, find me:
In my humility, I am scattered fine.

Can you find me, in His dazzling Light
That blinds both, Untruth and Hate ?
Light of His Love, no human can bear,
Except, when it becomes his Divine fate!

All those living, whether great or small,
All moving and non-moving things,
Always remain enlivened by His Grace:
And, that is why every sufi sings.
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