At times when the heart dances and the step is light, one is perched on cloud nine, like the squirrel on his knee. Or as we run to him to tell him our little stories, with outstretched arm he meets us as he does cow Lakshmi. Otherwise, tired of our constant wanderings in mind-made worlds, we rest at his feet like the cheetah cub or nestle close like the rabbit.
~ A. R. Natarajan, Bathing in the Divine Presence
