In the following pages will be found the story of a life which was lived so silently and unosten- tatious that its very simplicity was bewildering. Yet the depth of its richness seemed unfathom- able even to those who were universally re- spected for their spiritual greatness. Indeed such a life defies analysis, and it is much more diffi- cult to portray it. We may not comprehend great- ness as a whole, but still does not even a partial glimpse of it often bring us infinite good? Therein lies our justification for making the present at- tempt.
Bengali, published by the Udbodhan Office, Calcutta, and the last one is in English, published by the Ramakrishna Math, Madras.
This morning, early, I went to church\u2014to pray for Sara. All the people there were thinking of Mary, the Mother of Jesus, and suddenly I thought of you. Your dear face, and your loving look and your white
to me thatyours was the Presence that was to soothe and bless poor S. Sara\u2019s sickroom. And\u2014do you know?\u2014I thought I had been very foolish to sit in your room, at the evening service to Sri Ramakrishna, try- ing to meditate. Why did I not understand that it was quite enough to be a little child at your dear feet? Dear Mother! You are full of love! And it is not a flushed and violent love, like ours, and like the world\u2019s, but a gentle peace that brings good to everyone and wishes ill to none. It is a golden radiance, full of play. What a blessed Sunday that was, a few months ago, when I ran in to you, the last thing before I went on the Ganges\u2014ran back to you for a moment\u2014as soon as I came back! I felt such a wonderful freedom in the bless- ing you gave me, and in your welcome home! Dearest
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