A devotee fondly recalls this precious incident,
Gurudev’s Pada Pooja had just finished. We sat around him, in the veranda of his kutia which overlooked the rose garden. The garden was in full bloom and the roses indeed looked gorgeous and vibrant against a clear blue sky with the Dhauladhar mountain range at the back. As often happened in a satsang with Gurudev, his gaze wandered outside to the garden. Our gaze followed his. This time he spoke, almost in a whisper.
- The rose. Most beautiful, most loved among flowers. Be like a rose.
- The rose. Lives among thorns, but is not thorny. Be like a rose.
- The rose. Spreads its perfume wherever it is. Be like a rose.
- The rose. Its petals are soft and tender. Be like a rose.
- The rose. Brings joy when offered to anyone. Be like a rose.
- The rose. Is a symbol of love. Be like a rose.
- The rose. Doesn’t matter what colour it is. Be like a rose.
- The rose. Pure and unsullied. Be like a rose.
- The rose is special. Be like a rose. For you too, are special.