I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.
C. JoyBell C.
Oh Sai Baba, we wave lights before you, the bestower of happiness to the Jivas. Give us - Your servants and devotees rest under the dust of your Feet, burning desires. Oh Kind-hearted, Your power is such! meditation on Your name removes our fear of the Sansar. Oh God of Gods, I pray that, let my treasure be the service of Your Feet. Feed Madhav (the composer of this arati) with happiness as the cloud feeds the Chatak bird with pure water, and thus keep up Your Word.
Sai SatCharitra
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