My soul cries out
snared by the beauty
of the formless one.
As I cry by myself,
night and day,
beauty amassed before my eyes
surpasses numberless moons and suns.
If I look at the clouds in the sky,
I see his beauty afloat;
and I see him walk on the stars
blazing my heart.
Fikirchand
| From the Gospel of Ramakrishna God has made
different religions to suit different aspirations, times and countries. All doctrines are
only so many path; but a path is by no means God himself. Indeed, we can reach God if we
follow any of the paths with whole-hearted devotion. One may eat a cake with icing either
straight or sidewise. It will taste sweet either way. |
comes, the petal falls.