Look at the blossoms in the garden. When the gardener plucks the flowers, the buds exult that tomorrow is their turn to be gathered into his hands and their faces are full of joy when they unfold in that hope. Do they feel any sadness? Do their faces droop? Are they any the less bright? No. The moment they know that is their turn the next day, they make themselves ready with great excitement. When someone whom you know dies today, you may be afraid that it may be your turn tomorrow, but that should not affect your sadhana. You must get ready to merge in God any moment when the call comes. Fear of death is the meanest act of cowardice man is capable of.
- Baba -