Mehera is all grace that blesses our longing;
She is the laugh that encourages our singing.

Your forehead bears the scar of his infinite pain;
Always you hold him close and his beauty proclaim.

Your memory is a fire that never burns out;
Always the fire burns and consumes all doubt.

We long for your smile to renew our ardent tears;
We long for your eyes of light to remove our fears.

Only your love delights the Lord and Master;
Only your smile heals him with purest laughter.

Look my way with the light of brilliant purity:
May Darvish long with the pain of infinity.

The context for this fiasco is that Erico Nadel, in the months before his murder communicated to Trustees and others, some of them not living in India, that Mehernath is dishonest, a thug and compromises the integrity of the Trust. Erico believed that Mehernath should be sidelined from Trust politics. He also expressed the concern that he hoped he would not come to harm as a result of these beliefs. It should be stated that he did not involve his wife in these concerns, and in fact concealed them from her.

This disturbing scenario is of immediate and grave concern for the reason that there have been two reported incidents, in the months following Erico’s death, in which Mehernath made death threats against individuals at Meherabad. These reports are known to the Trustees, but no action has been taken, or appears likely to be taken, as they occurred over two years ago. Hence my public letter.

A TRUSTEE WHO THREATENS HARM- LET ALONE DEATH, TO ANYONE, FOR ANY REASON, SHOULD BE FIRED AT ONCE! WHY HAS MEHERNATH NOT BEEN FIRED AND A POLICE INVESTIGATION INITIATED INTO THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF SUCH REVOLTING BEHAVIOR?

It should be noted that there has been a history of complaints, all well known to the Trustees, against Mehernath and his father, the Chairman of the Trust, concerning abusive and bullying behavior about money and land transactions (as well as other issues). This is the very behavior that Erico so strongly, even if quietly, objected to.

BUT NOTHING HAS BEEN DONE TO ADDRESS THIS SHOCKING BEHAVIOR, EVEN AFTER ERICO’S MURDER!

WAKE UP, BABA LOVERS: THE MASTER’S TRUST IS BEING BADLY ABUSED!

Sincerely, in the Lord and Master-
Bill Gannett

A squawking jay from high hell, why describe
The noxious nest of mind where I reside?

I was never an angel squatting in heaven,
But Adam played me for sixes an’ sevens.

No houri filled my arms by crystal water
Who compares with the supernal Master!

O Master, you taught me only two letters:
A and B twice reversed spells you better!

What astrologer can read my stellar fate,
Unless the mother of time reveals her mate?

Ever since he became the slave of love’s wine,
Darvish oinks with the great pleasure of swine!

The well of memory cries out for water:
Where are the days I longed to hold her!

My lost love with long black curly hair:
Why are her lips pale and without care?

We wait and wait but she never arrives;
How can desire her sweet body contrive?

We never met the girl of ancient dreams,
But are blessed by desperate lies and themes.

Her curls are lies that wind around my throat,
That choke my longing into gasping notes!

The girl with full red lips- does she exist;
Why does she all my advances resist?

Darvish can’t remember a single kiss:
His empty arms are full of her cruel bliss!

The Ancient One came in the black of night;
By dawn, he was lost to our longing sight.

He was abandoned on that hill of pain,
Left for the wind to share his sighs of pain.

One held by his open arms wouldn’t leave;
She kept him company as did the thieves.

Love washed his body and hid him away:
He would rise in her arms on the third day.

The Roman cross consumed his memory,
But the Christ lived to gainsay history.

Darvish says the Word is wondrous mercy,
That heals the mind of infinite cruelty.

Cry and cry to forever drown in his Bliss:
Swallow your blood tears to receive his kiss.

Give up hope of all your presumed merit:
The Master’s mercy precludes disrespect.

All truth and beauty lie buried in mud;
Only his bright Name can reveal the Word.

The beloved will draw aside her black veil,
When the lover renounces his charming tale.

The misery of ten thousand sordid lives
Is removed by a single glance of her eyes.

Darvish is smashed on the image of the Friend:
The light of her face intoxicates the rend.

love licks
poison
from her lips.

the loving friend
leaves,
praising breath.

the lover sighs
i am the sky.