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11. WHEN I DRINK OF YOUR LOVE
Davis Taylor
O Baba,
when I drink of Your love,
there is only Your love,
no death,
no fear,
no doctors,
my body
the gateway
to Your love,
no force,
no will,
no goal,
just love
that comes and goes
upon the inner tides
and pulls me down
til I am drowned
whacko,
crazy,
out of my mind
happy
with just a sip
of love
divine.
IT'S ALL A GIFT: TWO YEARS WITH MEHER BABA, CANCER 2015, p. 42
2015 © Davis Taylor
(Davis Taylor went to Baba, September 8, 2016)
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