The Story Of Swami Rama - Holybook

The Story Of Swami Rama
autumn leaf in the tempest of his own bosom and
he ended in screams and cries! A truly eloquent
apostle of the Life of the Spirit! He pitched himself
against the half-life of disbelief and fear. He said " I
see fractions of men, not men. I wish men were
whole. Wholeness is holiness."
As a student he worked against stupendous odds
with the will of a conqueror, with the devotion of a
satee - woman and with the labour of a galleyslave.
Though hungry he would rather deny
himself an extra loaf of bread and buy instead
more oil for his midnight lamp. And for years, his
hunger for knowledge was divine.
As a poet he ran wild and naked with the joy of his
feelings as he saw them welling up, swallowing in
silence the glory of the pure. He would bare his
body and lie senseless in the open for hours to be
bathed by the Sun, to be wiped by the winds. He
lived with the poetic spirit of Nature, and he was
on terms of great intimacy with her. He would not
sit to shape his gold or set his gems or polish his
rubies into any complex work of art. It seems, his
thought and feelings in their original shape and
colour, had in them the perfection of soul. Never
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