India Reflections

Going Home

It is like a son wanting to get back home again. When that enormous longing in the heart comes, that I wish to be home again, he rushes back. And the mother meets him. She doesn’t think of his dirtiness, his dust, his slushy shoes or sneakers. She hugs him. So spirituality says that is how you will be welcomed. Forget your grossness.

Taken from the book "The Fruit of the Tree", Chapter "Open House", pg. 178, by Revered Chariji