VERSE 19

When one is practicing yoga, or enjoying some pleasures, whether in company or in solitude, if one’s mind finds delight in communication with the Supreme Brahman, such a one is indeed truly happy.

Pleasure is a state of the mind. The satisfaction springing from sense-enjoyment is pleasure of one kind. But the bliss of felt union with God is some-thing different. It is a joy that knows no qualification or diminution. Sri Maanikkavaachagar says to his heart as to a honeybee:

"O, my good bee, sip not the honey from little flowers and waste your energy. There is the Divine Dancer for you to meditate on or see His form in the temples. What is the use of the sensual pleasures of the flesh. The flower that is God exudes the honey of supreme bliss. Drink that honey, O my heart. When you sing His praise, my very bones melt in the honey of the bliss that flows from Him."

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