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| Where, in the endless vanity of the mind, |
| Will we find cause |
| For vain living, |
| When you, Meher, have left us? |
| What dull justification |
| For our lives will we spin? |
| Who will take us in hand, then? |
| Where will the orders come from? |
| Did we neglect you? |
| Was our stupid fumbling finally |
| More than even your vast patience |
| Could endure? |
| You have hidden yourself |
| And now begins the endless game |
| of seeking, seeking. |
| The salt of our own tears |
| Will not quench our thirst f or you. |
| The hummingbird darts no more |
| Among his buds, |
| And they droop in useless beauty. |
| Where will the bees find their nectar, |
| Now that the bloom has fallen? |
| Without you, what we live |
| Is not life, |
| But living death. |
| Who will embrace us now? |
| Whose cheek will give our cheek warmth? |
| All talk is empty |
| When we do not talk to you. |
| With the closing of your eyes |
| How did the sun dare shine? |
| Separation is an endless fuel |
| For the fire that burns us now. |
| Oh God, let us die, |
For we are sick |
With the incurable wound of your leaving. |
| We gasp, like fish |
Pulled from the stream. |
Have you no compassion |
For our pain? |
| Death is the only medicine |
And who, now, will administer it, |
That you, Meher, have left us? |
BABA SAYS: Why do you sorrow? |
| I am as close to you |
| As your own breath. |
Mani then reads "Today"—a poem by fourteen-year-old Rebecca Pally. Then—how could we end the meeting without our two theme songs, Begin The Beguine and Baba Bhagavan! Mani playing the sitar adds a beautiful sparkle, Julie McNall plays the Arti on her violin, Mike on guitar.
"Farewell, dear brothers and sisters. We keep Baba with us. You take Baba with you," are Eruch's last words to us, the last group of Darshaners. Mutual good-byes, hugs, smiles and tears everywhere. For the last time we hunt for our shoes on the steps of Guruprasad: JAI BABA! It is all over now . . .
But it is my good luck to see Guruprasad again. I go to have tea with Mehera and the other women around 4:30. Dianne Cobb and Joan Ruby are there too. As Dianne sketched her, Mehera tells us a story of the New Life. One time on their journey they took shelter in a house in North India. The women begged Baba to stay another day so they could wash their clothes and hair, and Baba consented. So they came to know the elderly English couple living next door. Through a series of mishaps, they were destitute, without funds to return home. When Baba heard of it, he had Dr. Donkin wire for funds and pay their passage back to England, Mehera also told us the story of the prisoner who cried out that he would believe in God if he got out of prison tomorrow.
Early the next day they let him out—for no apparent reason! Much later, when he discovered Baba, Baba reminded him of the day he called on God to deliver him. 'I was in that town, on that day.' Baba said.
Even with the lines of grief etched on her face, Mehera's beauty still glowed . . . true spiritual beauty. Baba once said of her: "She is the purest soul in the universe."
Diane continues: What a darshan it was! Baba had never been so generous! It seemed
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