Ann Natkal Had a Special Love for her Baba by: Ten Adams, Redondo Beach
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n 1973, daughters Lynn Maguire and Ten Adams brought Ann to her first LA Baba meeting, a hayride and songs around a campfire. A few nights later, Ann had an amazing and glorious dream of Meher Baba that completely transformed her heart. For days afterwards she would weep, saying over and over, “He is so beautiful, He is so beautiful,” and tried to put into words what she experienced. “He was wearing a long white gown, He was glowing all over and He was very happy to see me. Baba gently took my hand in His and guided me up a steep mountain. My feet were no longer touching the ground. We were climbing to heaven, the closer we got to the top the more I became filled with Baba’s love.” Thus began a flowing oflove for Baba that poured into her poetry. These are two ofthe many poems she had written in October 1978, while visiting the Meher Spiritual Center in Myrtle Beach. Elizabeth Patterson kept the originals on her mantle at Dilruba for many years.
Falling Autumn Leaves
The Setting Sun
All the little leaves That fall off the trees Are so colorful and bright As the leaves fall and lie Side by side One captures a picture Of a painted forest That nature provides With Baba’s love For the leaves and the trees we have felt His presence here That will last all our lives Jai Baba
The setting sun Shines thru the trees And casts beautiful shadows on The cabin walls The shadows dance to and fro And all of a sudden Baba’s silhouette appears Before my eyes What a wonderftil sight That was to see Baba is everywhere Here especially for me and my heart. Jai Baba
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Song to Hazrat Babajan Maxwell Reif Walnut Creek, California .
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When they get close enough, You give them Your kiss, Under the spreading neem tree Down in ancient Poona. They wander, the puerile and neglected, In the ignorance of their vacant dreams, And the keenness ofYour sunlight glance Does not miss a one. They puffupon their beedies And try to hide from God As theyjourney, from horizon to horizon, Right past You without turning, Taking thus the long road to Your feet.
And once in a while, A beggar of Earth Collapses there in defeat, His struggle over, And You take him under the wings of Your great love.
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And when He comes upon His bicycle, The One You have awaited all these years, Your Kiss brings in the world’s new age. Nothing ever escapes You, And nothing ever will— And even God Himself comes to Your door— Under the spreading neem tree, Down in ancient Poona.
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