"The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment."

- Anonymous

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During that enchanting evening full of bloom on the yonder sea-shore, Thou poured nectar into my eyes.  Since that very time Thine was the soul of mine.

        During that dark no-moon-day’s star-spangled night, Thou despatched Thy messages from every star that twinkled.  Since that very time I have become Thine; before that time too Thine was the soul of mine.

        Manifesting from that blossoming fragrant flower of the solitary garden, Thou demonstrated the brightness of They sacred Self.

        In the tremendous heat of the summer’s noontime, Thou drenched with perspiration, approached me in that old man’s guise.  Since that time I have become Thine; before that time too Thine was the soul of mine.

        Rolling round my feet from among those child-like waves of the ocean, Thou bestowed love on me and worshipped me.  Since that very time I have become Thine; before that time too Thine was the soul of mine.

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