To me this bhavana, this faith
appears worthy of acceptance and indeed holy. During the last moments they pour a few drops of
Ganga water into the mouth of the dying man. What are these drops, but the Lord Himself entering the
body. Regard the Ganga as God; it is His grace that flows as this water.
Mother Ganga washes off and carries away in her course all the uncleanliness of our mind and
body. If God is not manifest to us in Mother Ganga, where else shall we
see Him? The sun, the rivers, the mighty ocean tossing up into the tumultuous waves, all these are
forms of God.
13. And the wind! Whence it comes and where it goes, we do
not know. It is the messenger of the Lord. In our India a great wind
blows from the Himalayas and another from the mighty ocean. This purifying wind touches our
heart. It awakens us. It whispers in our ears. But who listens to its
message? If the jailer does not give us our letter with four lines scribbled on it, we feel sore. Poor
wretch! what is there so precious in that letter? That wind bring to you
every moment the loving message of the Lord; listen to it.
14. The worship of Agni is described in the Vedas. Agni is
Narayana. What a brightly shining form he has! When two sticks are rubbed against each other, he
shines forth.
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