Volume 18 Number 1 Page 25

For Meher Baba's 84th Birthday

If I knew the three worlds as your Creation ―
	thought, energy and sensation (and knew not love);

If I had the sun for my playmate
	to swing on the gate of Space flushed
	with a child's elation (and knew not love);

If I could lay out the stars, in fresh patterns of
	relation and visit the 18,000 planets and understand
	each tongue (and knew not love);

And if I could look down into the seething earth
	and mark each tiny breathing — and knew not in each

Love's glorious and humble station ―
	all my powers would be nought, a mockery and negation.