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Mr. Ross then read this lovely poem from Delia De Leon:
Thy tender look |
Hath drawn my soul |
And set my heart |
A flame with love |
For Thee always; |
Thou hast bestowed |
So much on me |
Unworthy me— |
My prayer shall be |
To do Thy will |
And more and more |
To love Thee still |
Until at last |
I cease to be |
And merge within |
Thy love, so still. |
and from Norina Matchabelli:
"Whatsoever your creed, church, belief, or station in life, live in the Truth.
The limited individual selfness has to make room for Universal Selfness.
Step out of the crippling selfhood of separative ignorance.
Be settled in the unaging immortality of Universal Selfhood."
While Mr. Ross read these and other poems, including some of his own, Baba sat almost motionless at times, giving one the feeling that while He sat there with us, He was also working somewhere else. Even when the meal was served, our attention remained focused on Him. Otto, the headwaiter, later said that he had never seen such a large group of people so quiet, so one-pointed on the guest of honor. He even confessed that whenever he came near to Baba, he himself received a kind of shock, which some people have said they feel on contacting Baba.
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