"God looks at the clean hands, not the full ones."

- Publilius Syrus

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When your remembrance is in abundance and your reminiscences are extremely intensified I become motionless and dumb.  Only my heart flows from my eyes as a testimony of your affection.

        The spectators look at me with great astonishment.  But what is the remedy?  My eyes are not so blind as not to behold the fascinating form of yours and the heart is also not powerless that it can never listen to your divine melody pulsating from every pore of my body.  By your remembrance I become speechless.

        I desire not the nearness of yours nor have I any hunger for your company.  Yes, I find ambrosial sweetness in your recollection and best of the drinks in love.  Though my knowledge is very little, I find blessedness of life in tears; a few tears rolling down my cheeks and instantly trickling from the eyes owing to the sweet remembrance of yours.

(From Shri Yogeshwarji's book entitled 'Tunes unto the Infinite')