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ABUNDANT JOY OF SENTIMENTS
I like only the pleasant sound of a cuckoo of my little faith. Talking with you is greatly auspicious.. Because a cat of intellect does not do anything inauspicious, in my talks, in my writings I fill fully the feelings of my heart. Feelings are spontaneous, they are natural. As something comes in inspiration I speak, I write and go on doing that; and in my heart I make vain efforts in confusion. If nothing comes to my mind I sit absolutely silently, keeping a pen aside, in silence, I become still. Like you, I also remain silent but in my heart I have cravings to please you. Without knowing anything consciously, we become original residents of the region of the silence. Oh dear! Even for talking with you I have to make the mind, quite empty. Until Garbages of desires, old rusted materials of the false pride are accumulated in the mind, even a fine string can not be made harmonious with you. As soon as a cat of the intellect leaves the mind, all-luck, good fortune, auspicious happenings- on their own come near me. When the brain gets empty of the intellect, then the heart gets filled with you only. My talk with you is indeed my rebirth. Intellect and faith, both have habits to do as they wish. But more often, the intellect has become iron-like and has been defeating fragile faith. You make my faith towards you iron-like. You make my intellect weak and fragile. | shall take care of everything else.
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