Once a man went with flowers with an intent of worshipping Arunachala for a boon. He marvelled at his devotion. But on reaching Arunachala he was stunned to see that millions of beautiful scented flowers from thousands of trees were being offered daily to the Hill by nature. The air was filled with sweet calls of birds. The streams from rains washed the Hill's body.
His pride burst and he realized
that Nature worships Him
the clouds bath Him
the trees offer Him fruits and flowers
the birds sing for Him
and humans...
humans only ask boons from Him.
Have a lovely 2009 year my friends and may Arunachala bless you all in all your endeavours.
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