Your heart is a flower, the beauty of which is attended to by the divine gardener, as you call him. It enjoys watching it opening out, smelling its scent, that which the sense of smell cannot detect.

"Your steps on the Earth are painful, but your heart is free throughout its achievements. They are concealed from men's eyes. You offer them to us with all humility. We know that you would like these comments to be hidden as well; all that matters for your heart is the love that irresistibly drives you towards us.

"Nothing else exists in your eyes but this love which gives you the courage to live and do what is expected from you.

"You are approaching a level of detachment which does not make it easy to cope with daily life and the worries thereof.

"You offer your torments to us, as well as your sufferings, since you cannot escape them and you only accept them in this spirit.

"My dear daughter, the divine gardener is concerned with your heart, above all. He provides it with attentive care, in the form of graces, which it relishes.

"Be blessed on this day when this heart is especially offered to Him."

Babuji

--Reflections