Who can know the greatness of a Great One?

Who can see the brilliance of the sun?

To try to see, to try to say, to try to think — it’s all beyond my poor mind.

Baba.  There is only Baba.

 

This world is a reflection of His splendor.

He shines through your eyes.

His heart beats in mine.

Every breath is Him, giving me life.

Every thought arises from His command.  Every action is a gift I lay at His feet.

Baba.  There is only Baba.

 

Where can I go to see Him again?

He departed from this world at the end of His body’s life.

Where can I go that He is not present?

He pervades this world fully.

Yet it is inside that He is most Real, for He is my own Self.

Baba.  There is only Baba.

 

Who can know the greatness of a Great One?

Who can see the brilliance of the sun?

To try to see, to try to say, to try to think — it’s all beyond my poor mind.

Baba.  There is only Baba.

 

I am always sitting at His feet.