“There are kings, queens, palaces and huts.
But do any of these have any existence? It is all the chain
One who finds love finds the secret of this.
O Meher, your game is beyond understanding.
Everything happens, but in reality nothing does.
The whole world is nothing but a vacant dream.
Everything happens in the dream. Day and night is a dream
and everybody is lost in it.
But one who awakens from it knows the secret.”
Read the whole poem here .
But this cake on Teacher’s day was a nice dream. Another one of those deeply consoling things that have been happening all the time in this storm.