A Message from The World Of Baba
Jay Baba….. There are always some ‘friends’, which having them, you need not to have any ‘enemy’!
Yesterday, after Bhauji’s talk, which was about ‘responsibility’ and ‘practical truth’, I could NOT just hold myself any longer !(false or real self?!)
Meherdokht was probably the happiest one! I might write more about this ‘sick’ sister later. (it is NO insult, just a ‘plain truth’, which Dr. Ann, or ANY doctor may confirm.
Indyra, Hardeep’s wife, was next, glowing with a smile.
When I think of who else might be delighted, I can think of the Indian sister in the ‘house keeping’ (once she told me ‘don’t think that Alen is the only one who dislike you here!’ She meant, ‘I am also hating you!’)
Ah, and of course Dolly and Jal Dastoor, Shridad, and a few more ... cannot think of whom they may be, now! (besides other names mentioned in the 'unbelievable' post.)
But HOW MANY are these people, comparing to the number of people living/visiting The Hill? Not more than 1-2% of the whole population of the people living in the area.
Now the message from “Welcome To My World” (The Tiled wall, West of MPR's dining hall)…. The first morning I was there, Sept.7 th, I read THIS poem, in Persian, on one of the tiles:
Kasi An Astan Busad Ke Jaan Dar Asteen Darad.
The Court of Excellency Love
is much higher than the reason/rational
One who has his life up his sleeve
can kiss that threshold.
So, for those who may think I am ‘crazy’ doing all this stuff, this poem can say something!
Jay Meher Baba