A Beggarat your door

A Beggar at your Door

by

IUD KIN1’[EDY

1970

dedicated to

the young in heart

who love BABA.

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The Boat Song

When the tongue is silentthe mind begins to speak.When the mind is silentthe heart begins to sing.

When the heart stops singingthe soul begins to breatheMeher Baba! Meher Baba!We belong to you.

Tongue and. mind, mind and heartfall away in sleep.Yet the boat sails on for ever,the ocean water is deep.

Meher Baba! Meher Baba!We belong to you.

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The Poet

You are the poetwho lies in my heart,Baba, 0 Baba!Rocked, rocked, rockedTo and fro, ever and everTo and fro.Always wherever I go,

I see the Beloved,rocked in the cradleof many hearts.

Poet of life,You are lying secure,where none can see youor guess that you are there

or snatch you away.As salt mixed with water,so can we never be partedThou and I.Rocked in the cradle of mind

is my Beloved of heartBaba, 0 Baba!

Feb. 1969

Sing His Name

Singing His Namesinging againsing of Meher Baba!

Light the flameof love againsing of Meher Baba!

Every man a brother,every girl a sister,we are one in Baba!

Nothing more is needed,if His words are heededsing of Meher Baba!

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The Fountain

You are not indifferentto the beggars at your doorwe lingered and loitered,you came to the door!

You opened it wideto show us your face,the poor and the thirsty,each one to embrace.

At the fountain of lovewe may each drink our fill,the wine is spilling overto share if you will.

Silent Prayer

Awake from sleepGod is there,deep withinsay a prayer.

Keep the silence,do not speak.He is hereto find who seek.

Keep the silence,find the peace.He is here andpain will cease.

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Love of Loves

Wherever I go I take you along

you are my love of loveswherever I go you lead me on,you are my love of loves.

Each time I fall you pick me up,

my God is my Beloved!It is your smile that lifts me up,

my God is my Beloved!

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Snow and. Sun

You and. I are oneBaba tells us so.He will never leave uslet everything go!

A rain of compassion,falling flakes of snow.He is our Beloved.,let everything go!

Under the snowflowers are growing,young tender shootssoon will be showing.

Then the sun will shinemelting the snow.Stay with the Beloved.let everything go!

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The Helmsman

My little boat is rockingout in mid—stream.Where am I going,is it all a dream?

Give me a Helmsmanwho has traversed the seas,unafraid of storm winds,not here to please.

This darkness of ignorance,who can remove?None but the Masterby the power of His love.

He only brings lightto steer my boat free.Guide in the darkness,Star of the sea.

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Silver Moon

The voice of Truth is clear,it is rippling a warningshining like a silver moonin the dark o± morning.Vthose voice is that?

How can you doubt it,you who can hear it?Wake, o wake from sleep!No—one can fear it.Whose voice is that?

‘Why do you sleep?” it sings,“dreaming in the morning.”Eternal spring awakens,eternal youth is calling.hose voice is that?

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Bliss

When I see You there before meI cannot look away again.My eyes see naught but You,the dry earth soaks up rain.

My thoughts are at Your feetand threaded around You.All the patterns You weaveare colouring my dreams.

Each time I think of YouI drop out in bliss.Confusion creeps away,my eyes receive a Idsa.

The Master

That1 s all this joy about?Thy is He smilingthrough each disaster?

How can there be peace,living here on earthunder the cloud?

Keep Him in sight.He is the shining Light,He will bring peace.

That’s all this love about?It is He, loving us.It is the Master.

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Echoes

You are in the bird.You are in the tree.You are in the flowerand in the smallest bee.You are in the river running freeand in the sandy wastesbeside the sea.And the sea—birds cryis a sigh, anda longing for Thee.The song which echoesthrough all eternity.

True Love

Malce a melody in your heart,do not speak of it.Keep the sacred strings apartfrom common noise and din.Build the bird of love a nestand dwell therein.

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The Summit of Joy

I have spoken with God. on His holy hill.I have drunk my fill of silenceand wished that all noise would cease,and only music sound,and there should be peace.

Rhythmic voices and feet,voices of birds and treesand fast flowing narrow streams.Dancing feet that pound the groundin a whirl of dreams.

I have lived on the summit of joyand heard His voice in my heart.When I called aloud His nameHe sent me a message of love.The Lord in His mercy came.

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New Sun

A new sun is rising,a new age begins.We are all His lovers,our Beloved God wjthlfl.

Meher Baba is the song,the song of Love about us.He will shower mercy—bliSSand He will change us.

He has opened wide the door,He has turned the key.Come, take the Love He brings US

and scatter it widely.

It is now we must beginto spend the treasure rare.t is now we must livehen love is to give and to spare.

strength and joy and mercywe can bring it in.Meher, Meher, mercyLove will bring it in.

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Roses

The roses of Baba are filling His gardenand. filling His room with their scent.Buds are opening and petals fallingand others are blooming for Him.They are living and they are dyingand silently singing His name.THE ROSE OF THE WORLD.

October

You are far too good to meAh me! where would I bewithout a riend?

When the mists come doDark weather sets in.Then we hide withinand sit alonewith hand beneath the chin.Ah me! where would I bewithout a F’iend?

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The Foolish Heart

A foolish ignorant heart began to cry“Give me Light !A weak voice begged for powerand energy to overcomesin, weakness and death.And why should He care?

Mistake after mistake she madeshe bad flung her life away.“Where is the Truth and where is Loveand where s a true friend?”The poor and the humble are there,and why should He care?

She turned her back on mockery and pride,she left intellect behind,and laughingly opened a doorto see TRUTh was inside.He smiled and said “Come!”But why should He care?

He cared because He daredto sacrifice His lifeAnd His great heart knows all.“It is all a Game and life is a stage.”His Love is paramount in my heartand His perfection is my gauge.

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Dust

The dust is flying aroundThick on the ground.Dirt is flying aroundunsound, inert.

It rushes past your feet,it crashes past your earsit offends your sight,it brings tears.

It hurts your mind,it cheapens your God.An insult to womankind,cheap is dirt.

In His image we were madeart and music told.Dirt is flying around.His cross is sold.

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Passer—by

Rich fi?lds of corn,hillsides newly shorn,dark woods nestlingin a sweet curve of Down.Speak to me of love unsharedby man, the unprepared.

You and me belovedare man, mountain and tree.Man and tree,wood and lea,never has such ecstasysped between Thee and me.Accept my love0 Passer—by.

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Prom the Train

Bless the plovers in the grass.Bless the furrows in the field.Bless the gentle shoots of cornpushing up in spite of frost.Bless the trees in winter sleepholding fingers to the wind.Bless the quietly browsing sheepon the rounded sloping hill.Bless the river in its flood.Bless the ivy garment warmon wall and tree and farm.Bless the shadow of the branch,

s shadow game a—dance,ever changing with our mood,dark night to morningtsglare.

o the joy of living free,free to love and worship Thee.All is one divine intensityand perfection in a daisy.

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Thoughts about War

I see a shining way before me

in the dark night of chaos.

Hatred and violence,blind ignorance rules the lives of men;

But the smoke cannot hide it.

The forest is darkened,the trees are falling,crashing behind me.“Keep looking ahead!”People are dying, groaning;

children are crying or silent.

The shining way is therealllcan do is to go forward.

On the way, stumblingI met a man.He recognised me.“Ab friend, let’ s go on together.”

We run from day to daytrusting.“The Way is there, the Light shineth,

We are on our Way!”

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The Word

An arrow pierces my heartA voice speaks.Ptom whence?Above, below, aroundor within?

It speaks,like the wind in pine trees.And distant thunder coming,like the sea mirnrniringor a dove in heavenly woods.It grows,it reaches ecstasy.It tells me all I ever wished to know9It thrills, it transforms.

It is the Beloved who speaksas if a sword ran thru me.o Life! 0 Love, AWA!It is BABA who speaksTHE WORD.

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The Smile

I am a beggar at your doorand ask a boon.I stand waiting outsidefor You to turn your head

• and smile.o Glorious God!Where you walk is heaven,people follow You and talkbut You are silent.

You are not indifferentto the beggars at your doorwho are waiting.You came so soon to help usaad we were late,lingering too longin the muddy ways of the world.

How poor we are and thirsty,now we want a drinkof pure waterat the fountain of loveto wash our bodies clean,our minds to offer as a cup.Harken beggars,Now it is BABA who speaksthe VORD!

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A Voice

Early morning mist.Thud, thud, red apples falling.A voice in the tree sings softlyghazals to Lord Baba.

The Rock

Peace and joy.Love and laughterall stem from the Beloved& dwells in our hearts.He is there unseenour inspiration.He is the immovablerock, on which we build.He is love,He is joy,He is peace,We have become a threadin the hem of His garment.

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Drowned

Love is above all,greater than all,sweeter than all,all in all.Divine Love is all—pervading.Wave upon waveenters us,covers us like a showerof bliss,until we are submergedand diowned inLove for Baba.

1967

The Great Heart

How can we know Him,we humankind?How can we know Him?We can never know Him,we can only trust,we can only feelHis great loving Heart.

1970

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Presence

o BelovecUThe darkness is beautifulwith Thy Presence.In the darkness I feel You approachand Your Love—Blessingcomes then to me.No loneliness is here,only the hand of Godtouches my head.

1970

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In Rnembrance of MarSr Backett

Clear and cool beneath her snowy parted hair,

yet warmer hearted than any

she is sitting in her chair,

my friend Mary.

Can any find so dear a face

so sweet a voice and warm embrace

such fireside welcome with wordless thoughtsabounding,

than here with Mary?

Here we sit in silent thought

or talk and laugh at ease,

no time or place, but a moment of eternity

to be with Mary.

Harmony

The wind and the wavesspeak to each other.They do not quarrel,they agree.Wind says, “I am He!God blows thru me.Listen, do you hear?By me he cleans the world.”Waves reply, “I am She!God surges in me,lifts me.I dance for ever.None knows me.”

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Swan Sound

Whore are you now my Swan?flying over the marshes,can you hear my voicecalling you again?

Bending low I listenmy head is near the ground.Your silent voice answersin my heart a sound.

Each one hears a whisper,the storm winds are rising,everything is stirringthe Swan is soon returning.

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Hymn to Meher Baba

He is the power and glory of the sun.He is the lonely beauty of the moon.His words of wisdom are circling the worldlike the stars in brightness.He has the levelling ciuality of waterand the rich depth of the earth.But His Love is the air we. breathe.

1968

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Contents

1. The Boat Song2a The Poet3. Sing His Name

4. The Fountain

5. Silent Prayer6. Love of Loves

7. Snow and. Sun8. The Helmsman

9. Silver Moon10. Bliss11. The Master12. Echoes

True Love13. The Summit of Joy14. New Sun15. Roses

October16 The Foolish Heart17. Dust18. Passer—by19. Fom the Train20. Thoughts about War21. The Word22. The King’s Smile23. A Voice

The Rock24. Drowned

The Great Heart25. Presence26. In Remembrance of Mary Backett27. Harmony28. Swan Sound29. Hymn to Meber Baba