Only a Rose

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One morning I picked a lovely rose; my first thought was

to give it to the Master. A devotee said:

"What a beautiful rose!"

I replied, "Yes, it is for Bhagavan."

I sat in the hall, wondering if I should give it to Him.

After a few minutes I laid it on the small footstool at His sofa,

and he said: "What is that?"

I replied: "Only a rose."

He said, "Give it to me."

He took it and touched with it His forehead and cheeks.

I was so deeply touched, I wept.

 

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taken from: My Pilgrimage to Sri Ramanasramam by Eleanour Pauline Noye

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