Some people are making such thorough preparation for rainy days that they aren't enjoying today's sunshine.

- William Feather

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Every morning brings with it the memory of our yonder ancient temple of love.  On witnessing the evening twilight’s unfolding I cannot but remember the wealth of Thy Soul’s love and become utterly uneasy.

        Either man or woman, tree or creeper, bud or flower, the heavenly stars or the lofty wavelets of the ocean, the earthly dust or the source of a rivulet; by beholding them all, I remember Thy enchanting handsome heart and cannot but have a glimpse of Thine.

        The heavenly happy music is heard in the form of various words and whatever is seen by me is seen as Thy manifestation only.

        While breathing I breathe always the perfume of Thy love and in every touch feel that cool fragrant touch of Thine thrilling the lyre of me heart.

        That is the significance, the secret of my life.  Thou art asking every now and then for the explanation of my tears and pain but here is the reply.

        Nevertheless I never pray for Thy mercy.  For this is the nectar of my life and in this lies the bliss.

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