There is nothing that love cannot achieve and there is nothing that love cannot sacrifice. There is nothing which is beyond me and there is nothing without me. Yet, I am and can always be captured with love.
Pure love is matchless in majesty, it has no parallel in power and there is no darkness it cannot dispel. It is the undying flame that has set all life aglow. All the same, it needs to be kindled and rekindled in the abysmal darkness of selfish thoughts, selfish words and selfish deeds in order to burst out in a mighty spirit to serve as a beacon for those who may yet be groping in the darkness of selfishness, be it deep blue or all black.
The light of love is not free from its fire of sacrifices. In fact, like heat and light, love and sacrifice, so to say, go hand in hand. The true spirit of sacrifice that springs spontaneously does not and cannot reserve itself for particular objects and special occasions.
Just as it can never be too late or too early to learn to love for the sake of love, there can be nothing too small or too big to be sacrificed or sacrificed for. The flow of life, the flow of light, the flow of love is as much in the drop as in the ocean. The smallest thing is as big as the biggest, and the biggest thing is as small as the smallest. It all depends on the particular yardstick with which one measures a thing.
The spirit of true love and real sacrifice is beyond all ledgers and needs no measures. A constant wish to love and be loving and a non-calculating will to sacrifice in every walk of life, high and low, big and small, between home and office, street and cities, countries and continents are the best anti-selfish measures that man can take in order to be really self-ful and joyful.
May you one day behold the ever-shining Light of Love that never dies and knows no darkness.
My blessings to you, one and all.
One of those who was meeting Baba for the first time was Cowas Manek Vesuna, 31. Cowas had heard of Baba in 1945 from Dr. Alu Khambatta, who was then living in Navsari. Cowas was in charge of a post office in Sachin, and no sooner had he been given the Master's Discourses , than the railway line between Navsari and Sachin was breached, and all traffic remained suspended for nine days. As all mail was halted, he had nothing else to do but read the volumes of discourses one after another.