(Aug. 1956) We use the word “love” very loosely. Suppose a man sees a beautiful woman and he falls in love with her. His love wants to possess that woman. He becomes restless; he has no appetite, he loses his sleep. He thinks of the woman all the time. But to love me is much more than this so-called love of the world, of a man loving a woman. It is much more than that.
Only one who can dare to love me can love me as I ought to be loved. To love me really would mean one has to cut off his head, place it on his palm and offer it to me. Cutting not in the sense of chopping it off. That is very easy. “Head” means all your thoughts and desires – everything. Bringing them to me means placing them at my feet. Then you begin to love me; then you begin to find me, to see me in everyone and everything.
Baba concluded: “I am the Lord of Love. At the same time, I am the slave of my lovers.”
Lord Meher, American ed., Bhau Kalchuri, Vol. 14, pp. 5057.