The bond between the Gita and me transcends reason. My heart and mind have both received more nourishment from the Gita than my body has from my mother’s milk. Where the heart is touched, there is no room for argument. Leaving logic behind, I beat the twin wings of faith and practice and to the best of my ability, fly up into the heavens of the Gita. I live and move in the atmosphere of the Gita, The Gita is my life’s breath. To vary the image, I swim in the sea of the Gita when I speak of it; but when I am alone, I dive to the depths of this ocean of nectar and there rest at ease. It has been decided that I should tell you every Sunday the story of this mother, the Gita.
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