The Sun and The Rainbow

A Letter to the Mother and Her Answer

Mother my dearest,

I want to tell you how I meet you in the morning and how in the evening. In the morning I give you with all my love all that is best in myself. In the evening, with love I pick out from God's finest gifts to the earth — gifts like sunsets, mountain-sceneries, seascapes, woods and flowers — the essence of beauty and add to it the essence of beauty from the whole universe, the world of moon and stars, and then I offer it all to you.

Do you know why I do this? It is because when I sit at the Distribution I see three types of people coming to you. There are a very few who offer you their love. A fairly large group is more or less indifferent. Then there is a third batch, still larger, who just grab from you things for themselves because they are thinking only of themselves. So I get very miserable and try to make up for what these people take away.

I think my own love not sufficient because these people are too many; and it is necessary to give you all the best from everywhere.

SEHRA

22.10.1955

The Mother's Answer

We have a poet. It is very nice. I mean, it is true poetry, not false poetry.

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