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here surrounded by people but you had promised me to come."
Sai Baba said, "I came but you didn't recognize me. I was beaten by your stick."
The sannyasin was puzzled. He said, "But it was only a dog who came."
Sai Baba said, "Didn't I tell you that I will definitely come, but you must recognize me?" I can't say in what form I will appear; it all depends on whatever form is easily available. At that time it was just appropriate to appear in the form of a dog. On this sunny day no other form was available. Only this dog was there, so I used him."
On hearing this the sannyasin started crying. He said, "It was my fault, but please give me another opportunity. You must come tomorrow. I will definitely recognize you."
If the dog had come the next day he would have recognized him. But the dog did not come. He kept on waiting for either of the two -- either Sai Baba will come directly or he may appear in the form of a dog. But the dog did not turn up at all. Well, dogs are not very dependable -- they may come, they may not come. The dog did not come, but a beggar came who was a leper. He was stinking terribly. The sannasin thought that the food would get spoiled by this stink; nobody would feel like eating it. It was nauseating to see the beggar so he said to him, "Please go away from here. Don't come in." For a moment he was doubtful but then he thought, "How can this leper be Sai Baba?" Compared to this leper even the dog was better to look at, he looked nice and healthy.
In the evening he again went to Sai Baba and said, "I waited for you and for the dog but you didn't come."
Sai Baba replied, "I came, but you couldn't bear the stink. You drove me away."
The man started crying and said, "Give me one more chance."
Sai Baba said, "Even if I come a thousand times you will not be able to recognize me." You can recognize only when you are awake; only then it is possible.
Singing the song of the divine means that whatever you see will become a song of the divine. Anything from anywhere will become a message -- when the breeze blows it is his remembrance, the sound of the waterfall is his remembrance, when
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