A missionary's mission

You have to progress while living in the midst of the naked
and dressed in tatters and learn to feel god in their pulse.  
A whirlwind of ignorance and doubts is pervading around you.  
Through that you have to emerge and arrive at the destination of yours.

You have to discharge the duty of a gardner
in such a hot and barren dessert
where no flower bushes and dust also can’t sleep silently all the while,
You have to fill it with perfume.

And your path must be of that type.  
Otherwise how can you be tested?  
But you are a loving son of mine.  
What more should I speak of you?

‘Never mind, my beloved Lord!  
The scorching hot wind is nothing but a soothing shade for me
and the forest of conflagration an ocean of happiness.  
In the everlasting companionship of Yours
I have no botheration, nothing like hindrance, no grief.  
Your eternal presence is my only rejoicing.’

- Shri Yogeshwarji