Our life is a pilgrimage through day and night, through green valley and arid desert, through tears and smiles, through death and birth, through tomb and womb. When the road ends and the goal is gained, the pilgrim realises that he has journeyed from only himself to himself and that, though the road was long and lonesome, the God that led him thereon was ever in him, around him, with him and beside him. His yearning to merge in God was the yearning of the river for the sea. He realises that he loves, since the God in him is love; he craves for harmony, since God is harmony; he seeks joy, since God is bliss; he thirsts for God, since he is composed of God and cannot exist without Him.
- Baba -