Love grows and expands, free and unbound,
Compassion and sacrifice are its nurturing ground.
The more you give, the more you get,
By giving grows larger its gentle nest.
It is subtle, its nature is divine;
Bask, O Man! Under its light benign;
Keep it bright, fresh and bloom,
It dispels all overhanging gloom.
Love radiates Love, wherever it goes.
No prejudices, no dualities it shows.
Love is sublime, sweet and pure.
Joy, more joy are its returns; be sure.
No force can ever stand against Love,
It may appear, though, as a gentle dove;
It brings along deep peace and calm,
For the ailing heart, a soothing balm.
Love inspires Good, it motivates,
It purifies the being, it liberates.
Love is always the first and last word of Baba.
Come! Come all! Let us love and say "Sai Rama!"
~ Dr. (Mrs.) Veena Arora ~
(Sanathana Sarathi - June 1997)
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