Thursday 10 March 2011

Story by Sri Ramakrishna Paramahansa: The River Re-enters The Sea

He was nearing the Ocean. The end was approaching. His feeble body was almost daily consumed in the fire of ectasy and worn out by his constant gift of himself to the farnished crowds.
He never turned anybody away. He said, 'Let me be condemned to born over and over again, even in the form of a dog, if so I can be of help to a single soul!'
And again, 'I will give up twenty thousand such bodies to help one man. It is glorious to help even one man!'
He even reproached himself for his ecstasies, because they took time that might otherwise have been to others:
'O Mother, stop me from enjoying them! Let me stay in my normal state, so that I can be of more use in the world.'

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