written by my Spiritual Master.
THE AGNOSTIC’S NARRATIVE
He took his breakfast and started early in the morning. It was spring. On the way he was exceedingly delighted to see the natural scenery on both sides of the road and to enjoy the refreshing profusion of nature. It was a jungle overgrown with green grass, interspersed with running rivulets and plants of flowers of variegated hues emitting sweet-scented smell, and creepers of tender foliage and soft twigs twisted and twined into bushy thickness. Drops of dew, resembling pearls on the blades of grass and flowers, were reflecting the golden rays of the rising sun. Chirpings of birds in harmony with the rippling murmurs of the streams were producing a sweet melody. As he walked on he felt excessively sprightful.