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the love and bliss filling your eyes.
The secret of all prayer and worship
is hidden in the overflow of those tears.
They are sacred.
God fills the heart of those he blesses
with tears of love,
and what to say about the calamity of those
whose hearts are filled instead with thorns of hate?
Tears flowing in love
are offerings of flowers at the feet of God
and the eyes from which they flow
are blessed with divine vision.
Only eyes filled with love can see God.
Love is the only energy
that transcends the inertia of nature
and takes one to the shores of ultimate awareness.
I think that by the time this letter reaches you
you will already have left for Kashidham.
I don’t know how your journey was
but I hope it passed in song and laughter.
Give my kind respects to everyone there.
I am waiting for your promised letters.
1966
36. Love.
I was very happy to meet you the other day.
I felt the stirrings of your heart and the longing of your soul.
You have not yet flowered as you were born to:
the seed is ready to sprout and the soil is right.
You will not have long to wait.
But now you have to work with great determination.
It is only a matter of starting the journey,
God’s gravitational pull does the rest.
37. Love.
It is good that you are forgetting the past –
it will open up an altogether new dimension of life.
To live completely in the present is freedom.
The past does not exist apart from memory
and nor does the future apart from castles in the air.
What is, is always present,
and if you start living unreservedly in the present
you live in God.
Once you are free of past and future
the mind turns empty and peaceful,
its waves die down
and what is left is limitless, endless.
This is the ocean of truth –
and may your river reach it!
P.S. I shall probably go to Ahmedabad in January,
can you come with me?
It would be good if we traveled together for a few days.
38. Love.
I am glad to see such thirst for God!
To have this thirst is a divine blessing;
where there is thirst – there the way is.
In fact, intense longing becomes the way.
God is summoning us at every moment
but because the strings of our heart are slack
we don’t echo his call.
If our eyes are closed then even if the sun is at the door
we will be in darkness;
and the sun is always at the door –
we only have to open our eyes and let it in, that’s all!
May God give you light, that’s my wish.
My love and I are always with you.
Regards to the family and love to the children.
39. Love.
I have your letter.
The wheel of the world keeps spinning
but why spin with it?
See what is behind body and mind;
that has never moved,
is not moving,
can never move,
and thou art that, tat tvam asi.
Waves lie on the surface of this ocean
but in its depths – what is there?
When the waves are taken for the ocean
it is a terrible mistake.
Look at the wheel of a bullock cart:
the wheel turns because the axle does not;
so remember your own axle,
standing, sitting, asleep or awake,
keep it in mind.
By and by, one begins to encounter
the changeless behind all change.
You have asked me about the poem.
I had a little piece read out by someone,
then it came to me: I should hear it from you yourself!
Now when you read it out to me I shall listen –
and then I can read both you and your poem.
40. Love.
I received your letter on my return.
I welcome this birth of determination in you.
Such strength of will alone
takes us to truth.
Our deepest powers are aroused by it,
the unorganized energy becomes organized
and then there is music.
What tremendous energy exists in this atom of self!
But it can’t be known without utter intensity of will.
You must have seen rocks
that even the strongest chisel cannot break,
and yet the sprouting shrub or plant
slips cracks and crevices through it so easily!
When the tiniest seed is filled with determination
to push through and reach the sun,
even the hardest rock has to give way.
So a weak seed wins over the mighty rocks!
The tender seed breaks through the hardest of rocks!
Why? Because no matter
how strong and powerful the rock,
it is dead,
and because it is dead it has no will.
The seed is tender,