Una vez Swami hizo una visita a Dharma Kshetra en Mumbai. Profesores y estudiantes de Bala Vikas, habían hecho un excelente arreglo para darle la bienvenida. Los estudiantes sentados en filas ordenadas, cada una de ellos tenia una rosa, que se la ofrecerían a Swami. Sus rostros estaban brillando de felicidad anticipadamente. Había un niño pequeño entre ellos, él era demasiado joven para ser admitido en la organización Bala Vikas. Fue sin embargo, y asistió a clases junto con otros miembros. Él también había aprendido varias slokas de memoria. Como él era demasiado joven para estar sentado en primera fila, el maestro le hizo sentarse en una fila trasera. Él tampoco tenia una rosa para celebrar. El pequeño sentía dolor al ser discriminado. y mostraba en un rostro sombrío. Como él estaba dispuesto a ofrecer una flor a Swami al igual que los demás, pidió a algunos de los compañeros una rosa, pero no recibió respuesta alguna.
Swami llegó en punto. Caminó a lo largo de las filas de los muchachos que sostenían las flores para él. Él tocó suavemente cada flor que le ofrecían y bendijo a todos los estudiantes. El niño pequeño estaba mirando cada paso y cada gesto de Swami, como caminaba lentamente a lo largo. En silencio, él mismo se metió en la primera fila. Swami estaba ahora muy acerca. Justo en ese momento, el niño tuvo la oportunidad de ver frente a él una pequeña flor en la hierba silvestre. Él lo cogió y lo sostuvo en la mano. Cuando Swami llegó justo en frente de él, levantó las manos pequeñas e hizo su ofrenda de amor, poco frecuente a Bhagavan. Swami sonrió dulcemente, aceptó la ofrenda simple de aquel niño y suavemente le acaricio los dedos . En agradecimiento por el gesto del pequeño, Swami le dio una palmadita afectuosa y dijo algunas palabras para él. Mientras Swami sólo tocó las rosas finas que ofrecían los demás, llevaba en su mano la flor de hierba humilde, que el niño pequeño con tanto amor había ofrecido.
Las reuniones duraron tres horas. Después de que terminaron, Swami salió y bendijo a los allí reunidos. Pero la flor de hierba amorosa , se encontraba todavía en la mano de Bhagavan, tan fresca, como tres horas de atrás!
Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai se da cuenta de el anhelo y la angustia, que se encuentra profundamente arraigado en el corazón de un devoto, y responde a ello.
NUESTRA VIDA ES SU MENSAJE
OMSAIRAMMM
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Sai Ram - The Flower of Love.
Once Swami paid a visit to Dharma Kshetra in Mumbai. Teachers and students of Bala Vikas there made excellent arrangement to welcome Him. Students sat in orderly rows, each of them holding a rose to be offered to Swami. Their faces were glowing in happy anticipation. There was a small child among them; he was too young to be admitted to the Bala Vikas organisation. He was nevertheless attending classes along with other members. He had also learned several slokas by heart. As he was too young to be seated in the front row, the teacher made him sit in a rear row. He was also not given a rose to hold. The little one's pain at being discriminated showed in his morose face. As he was keen to present a flower to Swami just like the others, he requested some of them for a rose but received none.
Swami arrived on the dot. He walked along the rows of boys who were holding up flowers to Him. He gently touched each flower offered to Him and blessed every student. The little child was watching each step and each gesture of Swami as He slowly made His way along. Quietly, he slipped himself into the front row. Swami was now nearing him. Just at that moment, the child chanced to see in front of him a tiny flower of grass. He snatched it up and held it in his hand. When Swami arrived right in front of him, he raised his little hands and made his loving but uncommon offering to Bhagavan. Swami smiled sweetly, accepted the simple offering from the child and softly pressed his tender fingers. In appreciation of the little one's gesture, Swami patted him affectionately and also spoke a few words to him. While Swami merely touched the fine roses offered by the others, He carried in His hand the humble grass flower the little child so lovingly offered.
The meetings that followed lasted three hours. After they ended, Swami came out and blessed those gathered there. But the little grass flower of love was still in Bhagavan's hand, as fresh as it was three hours back! Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai notices the yearning and distress lying deep in the heart of a devotee and responds to it.
OUR LIFE IS HIS MESSAGE
OMSAIRAMMM
NUESTRA VIDA ES SU MENSAJE
OMSAIRAMMM
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Sai Ram - The Flower of Love.
Once Swami paid a visit to Dharma Kshetra in Mumbai. Teachers and students of Bala Vikas there made excellent arrangement to welcome Him. Students sat in orderly rows, each of them holding a rose to be offered to Swami. Their faces were glowing in happy anticipation. There was a small child among them; he was too young to be admitted to the Bala Vikas organisation. He was nevertheless attending classes along with other members. He had also learned several slokas by heart. As he was too young to be seated in the front row, the teacher made him sit in a rear row. He was also not given a rose to hold. The little one's pain at being discriminated showed in his morose face. As he was keen to present a flower to Swami just like the others, he requested some of them for a rose but received none.
Swami arrived on the dot. He walked along the rows of boys who were holding up flowers to Him. He gently touched each flower offered to Him and blessed every student. The little child was watching each step and each gesture of Swami as He slowly made His way along. Quietly, he slipped himself into the front row. Swami was now nearing him. Just at that moment, the child chanced to see in front of him a tiny flower of grass. He snatched it up and held it in his hand. When Swami arrived right in front of him, he raised his little hands and made his loving but uncommon offering to Bhagavan. Swami smiled sweetly, accepted the simple offering from the child and softly pressed his tender fingers. In appreciation of the little one's gesture, Swami patted him affectionately and also spoke a few words to him. While Swami merely touched the fine roses offered by the others, He carried in His hand the humble grass flower the little child so lovingly offered.
The meetings that followed lasted three hours. After they ended, Swami came out and blessed those gathered there. But the little grass flower of love was still in Bhagavan's hand, as fresh as it was three hours back! Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai notices the yearning and distress lying deep in the heart of a devotee and responds to it.
OUR LIFE IS HIS MESSAGE
OMSAIRAMMM
OMSAIRAMMM...
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