The Story Of Swami Rama - Holybook

The Story Of Swami Rama
runner; to be startled now and then by Garuras (royal
eagles) fluttering their large painted wings now on this
side, now on the other; to stoop to pick every now and
then Kailas lotuses Brahma Kanwal which in their
lovely petals combine gold and fragrance; to be amused
at the coolies outdoing each other in digging Masi,
Lesar, Quggal, the different kinds of incense which
abound here in charming plenty; and to sing hymns and
chant OM, engaged our time. Far, far above the din and
bustle of worldly life; deep and vast blue lakes in their
crystalline expanse, rippling under the pure and free
Kailas air, surrounded by chaste, virgin snows hold a
mirror up to the very face of the blooming, blushing
Sun. In such lofty solitude serenely does the Sun enjoy
his charming glory. On such heights, no hamlet or hut
could be expected; nights were passed in caves where
breezes sleep.
O! The joy of leaving behind the prosaic plains of
parching body-consciousness! O! The joy of mingling
with the sun and breezes! O! The joy of roaming in the
heavenly infinite forest deeps of Ekamevadvitiyam (One
without a second)!
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