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(An anecdote from Swami Vivekananda’s life. Before proceeding to USA to take part in the Congress of Word Religions in 1893 Swami ji visited Maa Sharada to take her blessings…)
‘Soon I shall leave for a distant shore,
smile on me, bless me mother’,
prayed the young monk in deep devotion.
Lifting her ever trusting hand said the mother,
‘I shall bless you, dear son,
but before that please pass on
the knife that lies in your front.’
The mother looked lovingly
at the sun-bright hermit…
The obedient saint
picked up the knife
too sharp for human skin,
held the pointed end towards him
and handed over the handle to her
After the student passed the test (?),
with loving smile on her face
and a sweeter-than-nectar voice
said the mother:
‘He who can read the mind of other,
fathom and take on own shoulder
other’s grief and pain,
the Lord shall be kind
to pat his back again and again.’
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