MEHER BABA AND HIS MANDALI


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ABA is the Sun, His Mandali the planets, Whirling in the Sema Of His Cosmic Dance. When the Sun Set from this realm, The planets kept Whirling in their places, Landmarks for a traveler, Reflectors of His Light Now found within. The planets too Are setting. Oh, by what Familiar constellation Can I now true my course?
             
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