The Story Of Swami Rama - Holybook

The Story Of Swami Rama
my bed, and the bread begged from a few doors
for my food—if I get these I feel very happy. To
offend you for the sake of money? Tell me to live
like an ash-covered Sadhu and I start forthwith. I
would at the same time keep on working in the
college. Whatever I may get from there is wholly
yours. Spend it as you please. Give to my wife out
of it what you like—I am a poor slave, mine is to
work, work and build a little sacred shrine for God
in my heart. This inner peace gives me that joy
which nothing of the outside world can give me.
The peace I get by my work for God is enough
salary for me. I let this college salary alone, do
what you may like with it. I neither increase nor
decrease by the addition or the subtraction of such
things. I am joy Absolute. My father is here since
yesterday. So I cannot come to you.
11th June, 1896. Your two letters. My father was
not out of temper. And why should he be? I live
outside my body. I offered him Rs. 50, the total
amount I had left with me for the month. I will live
on fresh credit now.
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20th June, 1896. I delivered a lecture in the Mission
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