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Here is the big bright
sun just risen, here is the beautiful river flowing past - if you do
not see God in them, where can you see Him? Wordsworth laments -
"The Rainbow
comes and goes,
And lovely is the Rose,
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth."
He says with great
sorrow, "My heart used to leap up when I beheld a rainbow in
the sky, it used to dance with the daffodils, but why does it dance
no more? Have I lost the sweetness of life and become a stone.
The truth is that even
selfish bhakta, even superstitious reverence has high value.
In the end a great power will spring from them. No matter what sort
of a person one is, if one goes once into the presence of the Lord,
one becomes worthy of honor. No matter what sort of wood is thrown
into the fire, it will burn.
Devotion to the Lord, bhakti,
is a wonderful means for attaining Him. He rejoices even in the
devotion that is accompanied by desire. In due course, such bhakti
becomes desireless and tends towards perfection. |
