“During my times in the ashrams, I never clung around an enlightened Master or asked him to look at me while I worked. I only served. I scrubbed the staircase, cleaned the floor, watered the plants, and did things that no one else wanted to do. I washed the eating utensils because it was the last thing that people wanted to do. After each meal, eating and cooking utensils piled up like a mountain.
Servivo soltanto. Lavavo le scale, pulivo il pavimento, annaffiavo le piante e facevo cose che a nessun’altro piaceva fare. Lavavo le stoviglie perché questa era l’ultima cosa che gli altri volevano fare. Dopo ogni pasto, le pentole e le stoviglie si ammucchiavano quasi a formare una montagna.