16-05 2020 08:13
wrote:
Shri Vashdev Mordani was a man of few words and he lived his life beautifully in Sewa and Simran, dedicating fully to his Gurudev. May his soul go marching on and abide with the Highest!!!
Rev. Dada J.P. Vaswani's Message:
Dear Ones,
Shri Vashdev Mordani has been called away to Higher Life. Wherever he be, may he abide close to the Lotus Feet of the Lord. And may he continue to pour on you all blessings in rich abundance. “God gave: God hath taken away. Blessed be His Name!”
Is not man, too, like a bird? Trailing clouds of glory, he cometh and dwelleth for a while in a nest which he builds on the Tree of Life. He meets old comrades: he makes new friends. He gives what he has: he receives what he needs. He does his work. And then, a gust of wind— and he spreads his wings and flies away.
Our dear ones do not die. They but “go before” us. We, too, shall one day follow them. We shall meet them again— somewhere, somewhen. For life is endless, and time is but a shadow of Eternity.
Shri Vashdev has entered a new life. And, in the Starland of Silence, where he now doth dwell, may his locked up powers be released, so that he beholds the Face of the “Golden Purusha” of whom the Upanishads speak to us in rapturous strains— the Golden Spirit who, unseen by many, hath His seat in every heart.
--J.P. Vaswani
16-05 2020 08:13
wrote:
Shri Vashdev Mordani was a man of few words and he lived his life beautifully in Sewa and Simran, dedicating fully to his Gurudev. May his soul go marching on and abide with the Highest!!!
Rev. Dada J.P. Vaswani's Message:
Dear Ones,
Shri Vashdev Mordani has been called away to Higher Life. Wherever he be, may he abide close to the Lotus Feet of the Lord. And may he continue to pour on you all blessings in rich abundance. “God gave: God hath taken away. Blessed be His Name!”
Is not man, too, like a bird? Trailing clouds of glory, he cometh and dwelleth for a while in a nest which he builds on the Tree of Life. He meets old comrades: he makes new friends. He gives what he has: he receives what he needs. He does his work. And then, a gust of wind— and he spreads his wings and flies away.
Our dear ones do not die. They but “go before” us. We, too, shall one day follow them. We shall meet them again— somewhere, somewhen. For life is endless, and time is but a shadow of Eternity.
Shri Vashdev has entered a new life. And, in the Starland of Silence, where he now doth dwell, may his locked up powers be released, so that he beholds the Face of the “Golden Purusha” of whom the Upanishads speak to us in rapturous strains— the Golden Spirit who, unseen by many, hath His seat in every heart.
--J.P. Vaswani