The One Who never leaves
We come into this world, we grow up,
grow old and leave, or so it seems.
This existence we are born into,
stays and we go, or so it seems.
But Meher came to say, I never leave.
Isn’t it wonderful that I never leave?
O pilgrim, we are the One Who never leaves.
We are the One – pilgrim, a misnomer –
Who never goes anywhere. Never fades away.
We are the still river the bridge flows through.
Ceaselessly around Us, Illusion arises,
then is destroyed – ephemeral, temporal
within the limits of space and time; ceaselessly,
around the One eternal existence which is Us,
Illusion comes and goes – around the Creator,
the Observer, the One Who never leaves.
O child of God, maya is the erroneous notion
that you are born, live and die.