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Daisuke -

Horitaku is dead now. I dont know how or why.

When I enter the grave , oh brother,

i hear like now, my Gridhari's flute

O lord of janaki,

the strings of the tampura, the gaud of the sarod,

my heart flutters, Oh My Vivekananda-

my obsciences before such statues,

you of all who allowed me to understand my very own, Master.

Without whose harmony, the notes which bridge this life

I could not gage the depth of the great beings that have come and gone

as the passing stars.

knowledge speaks but wisdom listens

why did God give man a mind

why did you get a name upon birth

it is not an option it is there

it is what we do with it

we mix sugar and white sand together -

so called intellectual cannot differentiate between sand and sugar

but an ant , a lower being, - non intellectual can find the sugar and taste it whereas the intellectual cannot.

Such is the mind, it is what we use it for.

--Michigan - Q&A

Pakistani women- name was dog, changed into something huge

Amma gave-humbleness-

It is not the name that makes the person, is it is person who makes it.

You mediate on the name,

in order to grow huge- or powerful of a being, you have to be very humble

To be a hero you have to be a zero

Meditate on name given by Amma. And you will become.

How to remove sorrow

- Why you have so much sadness (asked by Amma)- did someone die- recently of yours-

His father died.

- A: For some time, cry will be there, but rest pray for the Atman.

Dont be sad , your dad has gone to a good place.

Daddy got mantra diksha. Amma told me about Dheepu's wedding. Told me to decide about my job. Higher Education is not bad. Swamiji looks like a full blown Jnani. The fat one is getting weirder. Swamiji sang Apara Sacchid.

O friend, I cannot tell you

Whether he was near or far, real or a dream.

Like a vine of lightning,

As I chained the dark one,

I felt a river flooding in my heart.

Like a shining moon,

I devoured that liquid face.

I felt stars shooting around me.

When I hear the flute of my lord, beckoning my soul to its end; I feel no anger, no emptiness, a great knot she has put or released I cannot say. Like the songs of vidhapathi, what words do my heart echo.