COME IN-COME IN
THE earth looked fresh and green after the rains. The sky was still
covered with banks of dark clouds, but the setting sun touched their
fringes with its mellow beams. Painting the sky with many splashes
of gold, red and purple. To enhance the beauty of this picture, a
rainbow appeared spanning the sky with its seven-coloured bridge. It
was truly a picture of unsurpassing beauty.
One of the
devotees of Mahatma. Anandghanji was so deeply moved by the grandeur
of this sight that he ran to awaken his master from his deep
meditation.
“Gurudeva,” he exclaimed excitedly. “Come out, come out! Behold this
sight of ecstatic beauty in the sky. It is something you may never
again see on earth; it is something celestial in its grandeur!”
Mahatma
Anandghanji’s lips quivered in a faint smile, which seemed to fill
the air with its delicate fragrance. As white buds spring on a
delicate creeper, so gentle world sprang to his lips. “Come in, my
son, Come in! Come unto the source of all light and colour from
which alone springs this magnificent sight that has so enthralled
you. Here you will have the vision of the soul shimmering in a
translucent blaze of light and colour. Come in my son, Come in! You
may not get another change to behold a sight so exceedingly
beautiful. Come IN!”