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But now that I am brimming with
The silence of the Lord
I have ceased to be a sword-maker
And learned to be the sword.
In by-gone days I used to be
A dreamer who would hurl
On every side an insolence
Of emerald and pearl.
But now that I am kneeling
At the feet of the Supreme
I have ceased to be the dreamer
And have learned to be the dream.
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After this I asked H.C. to recite before Bhagavan (or rather
act as on the stage) a piece from a play of his in which a docklabourer
groaning under his work bursts out into a complaint.
H.C. did so and all saw how moving a good recitation can be.
After a while H.C. asked Bhagavan, “How is it, Bhagavan, we
sometimes feel choked with tears in Bhagavan’s Presence?”
Bhagavan smiled and kept quiet. I said, “It is a good thing if
one’s tears gush forth like that and even of Bhagavan it is
recorded that when he used to go and stand before the image in
the temple at Madura, before he came here, tears used to flow
involuntarily out of his eyes, not as the result of any joy or pain,
but purely out of bhakti.” Bhagavan was thereupon kind enough
to add, “Even after coming here such a thing has happened.
Even on reading or hearing touching passages from books such
a thing has happened. Apparently a stock of emotional tears is
latent in so many of us, so that at any opportune moment, or on
the slightest provocation, they well out without any control on
our part.” Then Bhagavan narrated, very dramatically as is usual
with him, an incident which occurred when he was about 22
and living in the Virupakshi Cave. It seems he was sitting on a
rock near the cave and a boy of about 8 or 10 years came there,
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