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3 POONA DARSHAN - I June, 1969
| The sky burns to an intenser blue; | |
| a red bloom spirals | |
| through an evening's heat: | |
| this world belongs to the crows. | |
| who hang on the wind. | |
Below, |
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| the whir of electric crickets | |
| and the bleating | |
| of a myriad rubber horns. |
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4 POONA DARSHAN - II June, 1969
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| Well, my Master, we come to this: |
| I look at a picture. who hoped for a kiss. |
| In the soul's ambitions we sometimes miss: |
| I leave with Knowledge, who came for Bliss. |
5 ON THE DEATH OF AVATAR MEHER BABA
who died 31 January 1969
Great God in human guise |
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| Before our human eyes | |
Took off his fleshly cloak |
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And played his final joke. |
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No miracle to distract |
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Us from the essential fact: |
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He died of natural cause. |
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Subject to mortal laws, |
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He showed a way to God |
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Within the world's facade. |
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