I love you more, said
Meher Baba,
than you could ever love
yourself,
My self not in the business of love –
neither payments nor debts;
my self – the absence of love
and love – the absence of self.
Looking for love in the assorted galleries
of fantasy and flight. Finding none
in ourselves, we look to other selves –
of fantasy and flight. Finding none
in ourselves, we look to other selves –
who look to us across the great divide.
The love of which my Lord speaks
offers no barter nor bargain –
love not because of what we might give
(or receive) but, what might empty us,
what might make room, make
room -
make room for Love; make room for God.
O child of God, what is this business of love?
Meher says it’s the essence of your being.
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