One day, Baba commented to his lovers, “It is not your love for me that matters; it is my love for you that counts. One who does not seek my blessing and desires nothing from me but to be able to obey me and serve me is my true lover.”
He also dictated this poem:
“For me is all that seems to be.
If I were not, where would all be?
It is me, not all that seems to be;
With me this all would cease to be.
Let me in you and all not be,
Then only would we be to be.”
Lord Meher, American ed., Bhau Kalchuri, Vol. 16, p. 5522.