"A critic is someone who knows the way, but can't drive the car."

- Anonymous

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A single draught of Thy grace fell on me and the thirst of so many births was quenched; a single ray from Thy light was released and my age-old heap of darkness was burnt.

        By the mere shadow of Thy loveliness all my ugliness was effaced.

        By a single shaft of Thy beauty all the disorderliness was destroyed.  As Thou cast a little flash of light from Thy eyes on me, all my confusion was terminated; and by falling of a single drop of Thy eye’s nectar, my decades-old thirst was ended.

        In the milky ocean of Thy grace all the rivers of spiritual practices merge; in the holy, vast waters of Thy compassion treasures of devotion gather and assimilate.  I came to realize that significance only today.

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