Last time when I drowned myself in this strange beauiful words, that was summer of 1997.
As Sampuran Singh would say : "Ik Puranaa Mausam Lautaa/Yaad Bhari Purbayee Bhi".
A few of 'His' words lest I forget again :
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.
Good and Evil:
For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
Of Joy and Sorrow:
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.