Don't I always forget how Infinite You are?
Why should I stop Your Flow by worrying?
Oh, Cornucopia, rather than torture the mind,
I will give all I have, knowing that You will replenish.
The world is my Bank, it is Your savings vault.
Worry is the only madness in this spindrift world.
Poverty and riches: does anyone know what they are?
The Ancient One's Hand can turn one into the other in a flash!
When anyone delights, it is You delighting in that person..
Otherwise, what use is Your Creation?
Gone Beyond, You now reside in all things.
I toast Your Omnipresence with my next drink.
Max says, the secrets whispered by MEHER
Are so obvious only an idiot can understand them!
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