The Story Of Swami Rama - Holybook

The Story Of Swami Rama
secret in full confidence of which he used to
declare, that the very elements were his friends,
and Nature much too willing to run his behests.
"It is all my body, the rivers are my arteries, the
mountains my bones. As my hand goes of itself to
scratch any part of my body, so Nature comes to
my help to fulfill the needs of my soul. The snow
storm on the heights of the Himalayas, a sure death
for others, spreads for me only a soft white velvet
making stepping on it so easy. It is a sacrilege to
walk on the rocks with any socks or shoe on. The
touch of the bare ground inspires omniscience in
the bare foot, my flesh and the flesh the rocks must
touch each other fully to know each other fully.
We talk and understand each other heart to heart
and our love goes silently all underground from
breast to breast. Man is God only if he drops his
dotted ‗I‘ and washes it in the flowing Ganges.
Man is God if joy flows from him to Heaven,
blessed by Heaven in a reflex current back. I am
Siva. Malabar and the Coromandel are my two
legs. The deserts of Rajputana my breast, the
Vindhyachals are my loins, and I spread my arms
to the West and to the East. The Himalayas are my
tressed head, and in my curls winds the pure silver
Ganga. I am India. I am Man, I am bird, beast, I am
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