...little M. was meditating next to the Samadhi when suddenly she had a vision: she saw all the flowers of the tree next to the Samadhi (those yellow flowers I have called 'Service') gathering themselves together to form a big bouquet, and rising, rising straight up. <ref>http://incarnateword.in/agenda/02/june-24-1961#p39</ref>
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==Blue==