God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on trees and flowers, and clouds, and stars.

- Luther

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We never worship gods in the form in which they represent themselves before us but are accustomed to worship their images on stone; so worthless is our worship.

        We decorate them by the best of the fragrant flowers and apply scents and many a perfume on their bodies; whereas insult and sometimes also abuse them that as our guide come to cleanse our path; such worthless worship we have.

        Even after devotion of decades they neither tremble nor utter a syllable.  Yet with quaint faith we go on worshipping them; but treat with contempt or hate and never greet them that strive tremendously for the eradication of our evils or elimination of impurities with the help of affectionate, sweet words raining the showers of nectar; so worthless is our worship.

        Those who live with or around are never even looked at by us.  Those who shed tears, labour, and become an oblation for us are not even known by us; and we worship the far-off gods; such a blind worship we have!

        Gods are the embodiments of truth, love and purity.  We never honour where we witness them; but for those gods we weep, endure hardships and give up life also; so unworthy is our worship!

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