Sathya Baba God is the Sun and when His rays fall upon your heart, not impeded by the clouds of egoism, the lotus blooms and the petals unfold.
Thy early smile has stayed my walk;But midst the gorgeous blooms of May,I passed thee on thy humble stalk.
James Thomson Gather the rose buds while ye may, old time is still a flying, And that same flower that blooms today, tomorrow shall be dying
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Sathya Baba
James Thomson