Seek and you shall find.
Is the beginning
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.
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Seek and you shall miss.
Is the end.
A dear friend of mine (snow man) accompanied me during my winter days in Gangotri. An ardent seeker he was, he sat in meditation motionless for months outside my kutir. Finally as summer arrived his sadhana grew to a point where he started loosing his stiffness and totally melted back into his source, the mother Ganges.
Is the beginning
.
.
.
Seek and you shall miss.
Is the end.
A dear friend of mine (snow man) accompanied me during my winter days in Gangotri. An ardent seeker he was, he sat in meditation motionless for months outside my kutir. Finally as summer arrived his sadhana grew to a point where he started loosing his stiffness and totally melted back into his source, the mother Ganges.
