Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.

- Martin Luther

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Better make my eyes perish the very day they behold not Thy vision and tear away the heart the very moment it makes room for anything else, leaving Thee aside.

Better clip these ears when they no more hear Thy charming music, my Lord! Destroy the very day, the body when it ceases to function as the temple of Thy sacred idol and gives up the path of Thy service and devotion.
 

Better the eyes go blind than unable to have Thy vision. Better the ears go deaf than unable to hear the melody of Thy name. Better the heart be pierced and broken than have no room in it for Thee. Better the body reduced to ashes than not acting to Thy bidding, my Lord.
 

Pray, my Lord, grant me that I relish the incense of Thy divine love at each breath, that I be absorbed and lost in the melody of Thy music. Grant, O my love, I may never be separated from Thee.

(From Shri Yogeshwarji's book entitled 'Tunes unto the Infinite')