FAR AS I GAZE at the depth of Thy immensity I find no trace there of sorrow or death or separation. Death assumes its aspect of terror and sorrow its pain only when, away from Thee, I turn my face towards my own dark self. Thou All Perfect, everything abides at Thy feet for all time. The fear of loss only clings to me with its ceaseless grief, but the shame of my penury and my life's burden vanish in a moment when I feel Thy presence in the centre of my being.
I.58. bago na ja re na ja DO NOT GO TO the garden of flowers! O Friend! go not there; In your body is the garden of flowers. Take your seat on the thousand petals of the lotus, and there gaze on the Infinite Beauty.