Baba the Sun–Baba the Moon

Baba the Sun

Through the royal banner
Of the rising sun,
Sink forever.
the fathomless ocean eye,
Tumble down
To the garden beyond.
Rise;
To the garden here.
Hidden holiness revealed,
In every drop of rain,
In every drop of life.
See the throb
Peacefully pacing;
The rumbling rolling river
Fruitfully flowing;
From blossom to blossom,
From sea to sea.
The enlightened eye
Sees all souls.

—Anthony, Malta

Baba the Moon

A quiet breeze
Rustles the leaves.
Clouds scatter
Revealing the purity
Of the moon:
An eye
In the sky.
Hanging;
Watching;
Filling the earth
With waters of love.
Floating;
Dancing;
Like white butterfly fingers
Over sitar strings,
He harmonizes man.

—Anthony Malta
Source: Sanathana Sarathi, March 1971