..obviously the happy man feels good only because the unhappy bear their burden silently, and without that silence happiness would be impossible.

Dearer to us than a host of truths is an exalting illusion
- Pushkin

...And you know that anyone who at least once in his life has caught a perch, or seen blackbirds migrating in fall, when they rush in flocks over the village on clear, cool days, is no longer a townsman, and will be drawn towards freedom till his dying day... Gooseberries- by A.Chekov

All that I am , I have received from the Master. So many whirwinds of change, and yet I find myself elevated and ahead the several steps since I began this journey. I became obsessed with sadhana. Because I was obsessed with Her. I could not have enough; I needed a way to connect. To recharge, to feel that 'high', the electric current of magnamity flowing through every pore of infinite space. She took what I was and made me what I am. Yes, it is my effort, my sweat and tears, but the source of it all is Her. The difference is only, I could not let go of that, my source. Perhaps you were all the smarter and felt independence your longing. But for one like me, with wings battered after lifetimes of neglect, I found in Her my philosophy, my thoughts, my trade, my patterns, my ecstacy , my solace, my hero, my founder, my truth and God. It took so long to dawn, and in infinite approach she took me across. There are no words, what words, I am still parched. The journey is long , tedious, 'no fun to you or I' , in short to be eliminated. For all the times, she stood , in stride, as I gained the current , nay the momentum. They worship that Master with a thousand suns, and a million petas and still their hearts are not full. Love is simple. Do your duty, move forward, and elevate. The only way to elevate is by following schedule. Every man does it to make it so to say. Desire, lust ,anger, greed- these keep us always at bay. At times I felt I was destroyed. How the Mother carried me through! How I sweated and burned those fearful moments! How many times I have fallen ! The future , the dark clouds, I cannot say ! She held me through and I am forever in debt. Perfect one, from the depth of whatever skies, the intense loneliness I felt. The devotees and Her. God is the greatest joy of conversation. My mind has gone numb to everything else; I will die with this intense pain, sharp , longing , which will be the last breath. Master you have taught me everything. That God alone is eternal. That Love is the highest truth. That fearless is the man who takes this path. May I cross all rivers, and make shore through that ocean of darkness!

There are seven kinds of offerings which can be practiced by even those who are not wealthy. The first is the physical offering. This is to offer service by one’s labor. The highest type of this offering is to offer one’s own life as is shown in the following story. The second is the spiritual offering. This is to offer a compassionate heart to others. The third is the offering of eyes. This is to offer a warm glance to others which will give them tranquility. The fourth is the offering of countenance. This is to offer a soft countenance with smile to others. The fifth is the oral offering. This is to offer kind and warm words to others. The sixth is the seat offering. This is to offer one’s seat to others. The seventh is the offering of shelter. This is to let others spend the night at one’s home. These kinds of offering can be practiced by anyone in everyday life.

Will we end up like those who barely skated across the great expanse?
Great Mother, carry us across on your memories we eat away time.

Though in every step I set backwards;

What is love but the meeting of our hands.

A quiet, silent pain enveloping life.

Burning, we walk across, shoot me forth.

Grace is always falling like rain- we just have to be open to receive it -My master.