Parichand's Correspondence with The Mother

1940

Mother,

Remove all hindrances, accustom my being to commune more deeply with the plants and hear Your voice through them—otherwise I do not see any way to their improvement.

With much hesitation I am writing to You about roses. Suggestions of incapacity and egoistic persistence on my part have been coming now and then. If, due to my present state of non-receptivity in service to You, it is better that I hand over the charge of roses to X or anybody else, I shall gladly do so, even if the outer nature groans a little. Let the roses grow and be happy.

I do not want you to give up the work—but for the roses to grow happily you must not worry so much about them.

My love and blessings

1940