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"COME IN-COME IN"
THE earth looked fresh and green after the rains. The sky was still covered with banks of dark clouds, but the setting sun touched their fringes with its mellow beams, painting the sky with many splashes of gold and red and purple. To enhance the beauty of this picture, a rainbow appeared spanning the sky with its seven-coloured bridge. It was truly a picture of unsurpassing beauty.
One of the devotees of Mahatma Anandghanji was so deeply moved by the grandeur of this sight that he ran in to awaken his master from his deep medita
tion.
"Gurudeva," he exclaimed excitedly, “Come out, come out! Behold this sight of ecstatic beauty in the sky. It is something you may never again see on earth; it is something celestial in its grandeur!"
Mahatma Anandghanji's lips quivered in a faint smile, which seemed to fill the world with its delicate fragrance. As white buds spring on a delicate creeper, so gentle words sprang to his lips. "Come in, my son, Come in! Come unto the source of all light and colour from which alone springs this magnificent sight that has so enthralled Here you. you will have the vision of the soul shimmering in a translucent blaze of light and colour. Come in, my son, Come in! You may not get another chance to behold a sight so exceedingly beautiful. Come IN!"
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