"Everyone is ignorant, only on different subjects"

- Will Rogers

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From the scattered feathers of this dancing, singing, pretty peacock when You disclose Yourself and rock the heart of mine, I cannot but laugh a little at the thought that I trod mountains, forests and farms for the quest of Yours.

        From this lovely girl’s eyes more artistic and delicate than lily when You invite me for an embrace manifesting Yourself in the sacred stream of love, attempt to sanctify the self of mine, I cannot but laugh a little at the thought that I trod mountains, forests and farms for the quest of Yours.

        Through the sweet twittering of birds when You send communications, and from within the enthusiastic eyes of friends travel into the nectar-lashed eyes of mine, I cannot but laugh a little at the thought that I trod mountains, forests and farms for the quest of Yours.

        In the minutest water-drops of this garden’s multicoloured fountain, making me hear the eternal, melodious music of Your affection, when You touch me, and from these fascinating flowers and rainy showers unfold the everlasting supreme Self of Yours, I cannot but laugh a little at the thought that for Your sake into the mountains, forests and farms was the quest of mine!

        Through the spring I had to pass but the fall of the ocean I had dreamt!

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