Iron
turns into rust if it seeks the company of soil. It glows, softens and
takes on useful shapes, if it enjoys the company of fire. Dust can fly
if it chooses the wind as its friend; however if it prefers water, it
has to end as slime in a pit. It has neither wing nor foot, yet it can
either fly or walk, rise or fall, according to the friend it selects.
Knowing this truth, the great saint, Kabir once said: "Here are my
prostrations to the good, here are my prostrations to the bad." When
asked why he offered salutations to the bad, he replied, "My
prostrations to the bad, so that they may leave me alone. I do the same
before good, so that they might remain near me always." You are shaped
by the company you keep
Bagavan Sri Sri Sri Sathya Sai Baba
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