BONDS? INDEED they are bonds, this love and this hope in our hearts. They are as mother's arms pressing the child to the warmth of her bosom. Thirst? Yes, it is the thirst which leads life to each source of its joy in the breasts of the eternal mother. Who would take from the child this thirst of his growing life and break through the bonds of the mother's encircling arms?
I.82. pani vic min piyasi I LAUGH WHEN I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty: You do not see that the Real is in your home, and you wander from forest to forest listlessly! Here is the truth! Go where you will, to Benares or to Mathura; if you do not find your soul, the world is unreal to you.
