Francis Brabazon

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Our dropp souls are of the ocean of Truth, their bubbles are bright snares
Which keep us in the sea of illusion playing 'musical chairs.'
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People are man and man is people.

Their bones are the structure of the Universe.
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Back in Australia, the most East of the West,
John Kerry continued the exile he had begun so and so
many millions of lives ago through his own act of waking up
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Dawn is a friend who comes to rouse the lover from grief,
And enemy, for from his pain he wants no relief.

Without separation's pain how can he be aware
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The world is being run on time, by time, for time, and at no time are we free
Just to sit and enjoy even the outward forms of the Beloved's beauty.
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We have waited all night for you, and now the dawn is come.
From distant places we came — there can be no returning home.
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Once God, that Great Being,
Whose nature is Existence, Knowledge and Bliss, slept.
He was like a man in deep sleep
Who is, but does not know that he is.
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But it is no good talking to you, Baba - you are just too-much love.
Whatever we say, you just smile with your smile of divine kindness
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Francis Brabazon Biography

Francis Brabazon was an Australian poet and a member of Meher Baba's mandali. Brabazon was born in London, but moved to Australia with his family when he was still a boy. At the age of 21, Francis Brabazon embarked on a quest to discover the relationship between beauty and truth. He studied music and painting and finally found his niche in poetry. In the 1940s, Brabazon became interested in Eastern spirituality and soon became a student of the Australian Sufi leader Baron Friedrich von Frankenberg. With the death of his Sufi teacher in 1950, Brabazon became the head of one part of the split Sufi Movement in Australia. He met Meher Baba on a trip to America in 1952 and later described Baba as "the very personification of truth and the very embodiment of beauty." After returning to Australia, Francis and a party of helpers managed to complete "Beacon Hill house" near Sydney in time for Baba's first visit to Australia in August 1956. It was later renamed "Meher House". Avatar's Abode The idea to establish a place dedicated to Meher Baba in Queensland grew out of a letter from Meher Baba’s sister and disciple, Mani Irani. On the 11th January 1958, she wrote to Bill Le Page and the Australian group of followers, indicating that Meher Baba wished to give his Sahavas, company, in Australia at one place only, and that Baba would "like Queensland if the climate is good during June, and if the place is practical." Previously over the years Bill Le Page and Francis Brabazon had discussed setting up a permanent centre north of Sydney and had explored New South Wales in Le Page's car several times, the longest trip was 350 miles north, during which they slept under the stars by night. Now they looked to Queensland. In 1958 using money willed by the Australian Sufi leader Baron Von Frankenburg Brabazon bought a Pineapple farm on Kiel Mountain, Woombye, Queensland to host Meher Baba on his second visit in 1958. Meher Baba's telegramed approval of the site. While he was there, Meher Baba named the area Avatar's Abode and said it would become a place of world pilgrimage. Francis Brabazon lived in India for ten years with Meher Baba from 1959 to 1969. After returning to Australia he resided at Avatar's Abode until he passed. Francis' grave is on Avatar's Abode overlooking the ocean.)

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Our Dropp Souls Are Of The Ocean Of Truth

Our dropp souls are of the ocean of Truth, their bubbles are bright snares
Which keep us in the sea of illusion playing 'musical chairs.'

Dear Soul, says one bubble to another, you are all I adore.
Curl me up in your arms and I'll ask of heaven nothing more.

Good luck, brother! But it won't take you to where you're going - because
The fly in that ointment is, every 'It is' becomes an 'it was'.

Distance ever grows longer; it never becomes shorter.
The mirage stretches on and on but it never becomes water.

The distance between any two pebbles equals the circumference of Space.
No matter how great our love, union is conditioned by time and place.

Come dearest Droplet, let us together seek the Beloved's door;
Let us leave this wave which will separate us, and come up on the shore.

I hear his beautiful voice calling deep in my soul:
'The lover is nothing, the Beloved is all in all.'

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