Ocupation: Guru
Life: January 5, 1893 - March 7, 1952
Birthday: January 5
Death: March 7
There is in India a story of a dying youth who, hearing the sobs of grief around him, cried: Insult me not with your cries of sympathy. When I soar to the land of eternal light and love; it is I who should feel for you. For me, disease, shattering of bones, sorrow, excruciating heartaches no more. I dream joy, I glide in joy, I breathe in joy evermore.
topic: Death, Dream, Grief, Evermore, Shattering, Light And Love, Eternal Light