The Story Of Swami Rama - Holybook

The Story Of Swami Rama
Coromandel is my left and the Malabar my right leg. I
am the whole of India, and its east and west are my
arms, and I spread them in a straight line to embrace
humanity. I am universal in my love. Ah! Such is the
posture of my body. It is standing and gazing at infinite
space; but my inner spirit is the soul of all. When I walk,
I feel it is India walking. When I speak, I feel it is India
speaking. When I breathe, I feel it is India breathing. I
am India, I am Shankara, I am Shiva. This is the highest
realisation of patriotism, and this is Practical Vedanta.
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O Setting Sun, Thou art going to rise in India. Wilt
Thou please carry this message of Rama to that land of
glory? May these tear drops of love be the morning be in
the fields of India! As a Shaiva worships Shiva, a
Vaishnava Vishnu, a Buddhist Buddha, a Christian
Christ, a Muhammadan Mohamad, with a heart turned
into a ―Burning Bush‖ I see and worship India in the
form of a Shaiva, Vaishnava, Buddhist, Christian,
Muhammadan, Parsi, Sikh, Sanyasi, Pariah or any of
Her children. I adore Thee in all Thy manifestations,
Mother India, my Gangaji, my Kali, my Isht Deva, my
Shalagram. While talking about worship, says the God
who loved to eat the very clay of India : "The difficulty
of those whose minds are set on the unmanifested is
greater ; for the path of the unmanifested is hard for the
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