Bhakti
Guruji, My eyes are thirsty for your image, to take in your beautiful smile and your graceful walk, to hear the voice that is music to my ears.
Guruji, My eyes are thirsty for your image, to take in your beautiful smile and your graceful walk, to hear the voice that is music to my ears.
I had written this on page 30: (date: 5.23.2007) “Nima hoped I would look at her,
Wherever you are Immerse yourself totally In one-pointed sādhanā. –last words of Srī Ānandamayī Mā
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