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from God.

I have heard....

Thirty-eight years ago, philosopher George Santayana came into a sizeable legacy and was able to relinquish his post on the Harvard faculty. The classroom was packed for his final appearance, and Santayana did himself proud. He was about to conclude his remarks when he caught sight of a forsythia uncurling in a patch of muddy snow outside the window. He stopped abruptly, picked up his hat, gloves, and walking stick, and made for the door.

There he turned. `Gentleman,' he said softly. `I shall not be able to finish that sentence. I have just discovered that I have an appointment with April.'

Each flower is an invitation, an appointment with God. Each song of the bird, and each cloud floating in the sky, is something like a message, a coded message. You have to decode it, you have to look deep into it, you have to be silent and listen to the message.

KABIR SAYS: I SEE WITH EYES OPEN AND SMILE,

AND BEHOLD HIS BEAUTY EVERYWHERE.

There is no need even to close your eyes. Eyes closed or eyes opened -- you see Him, because He is within and without.

I UTTER HIS NAME,

AND WHATEVER I SEE, IT REMINDS ME OF HIM;

WHATEVER I DO, IT BECOMES HIS WORSHIP.

THE RISING AND SETTING ARE ONE TO ME;

ALL CONTRADICTIONS ARE SOLVED.

All contradictions are solved only when you have achieved God, never before it -- because mind creates contradictions. When you have attained to God, mind is no more, and gone with the mind are all contradictions. Then day and night both are one. And life and death too -- both are one. Then whether you are or you disappear makes no difference. then breathing in and breathing out are not two things, but one process.

WHEREVER I GO, I MOVE AROUND HIM.

ALL I ACHIEVE IS HIS SERVICE:

WHEN I LIE DOWN, I LIE PROSTRATE AT HIS FEET.

HE IS THE ONLY ADORABLE ONE TO ME:

I HAVE NONE OTHER.

MY TONGUE HAS LEFT OFF IMPURE WORDS,

IT SINGS HIS GLORY DAY AND NIGHT:

WHETHER I RISE OR SIT DOWN, I CAN NEVER FORGET HIM;

FOR THE RHYTHM OF HIS MUSIC BEATS IN MY EARS.

KABIR SAYS:

MY HEART IS FRENZIED,

AND

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