spending their time in blissful God-union. Nothing else is necessary.”
Father asked his brother disciple when he would return to Calcutta.
“Never again,” the saint replied. “This year is the one in which Lahiri Mahasaya told me I would leave my beloved Benares forever and go to the Himalayas, there to throw off my mortal frame.”
My eyes filled with tears at his words, but the swami smiled tranquilly. He reminded me of a little heavenly child,
spending their time in blissful God-union. Nothing else is necessary.”
Father asked his brother disciple when he would return to Calcutta.
“Never again,” the saint replied. “This year is the one in which Lahiri Mahasaya told me I would leave my beloved Benares forever and go to the Himalayas, there to throw off my mortal frame.”
My eyes filled with tears at his words, but the swami smiled tranquilly. He reminded me of a little heavenly child,
