This is the fashion of the nectar of my Lord's love: it is as the power of each one's inward vision.
The worldly-wise, the Bhagat, the adorer: to all comes revelation, but to each his own.

Even as when on the plantain stem, on the Papiha, on the sea shell, the mystic rain-drop falls.
God's ways are no wise unequal: but as the soil is, so the fruit will be.