Trying to Describe Hazur Maharaj Ji

There is a story of a man walking along the beach, beside the mighty ocean, trying to figure out the meaning and purpose of the creation. As he walked, he noticed a young boy carrying buckets of water from the ocean to a small hole he had dug in the sand. Again and again the boy went back and forth from the ocean to the hole. Each time he tipped the water in, it was absorbed through the wet sand and disappeared. “What are you doing, child?” the man asked.

“I’m emptying the sea into this hole I’ve dug,” replied the boy.

“Don’t be silly,” said the man. “That’s impossible.”

The boy was no ordinary boy. He knew what the man had been thinking as he walked, and he laughed a merry laugh. “If you think that’s impossible, I’ll tell you something equally silly. There’s a man I know who’s trying to understand life’s mystery with his mind.”

Trying to describe Maharaj Ji in words could be seen as an equally impossible task. One can certainly write about his activities; one can write about the events of his life; but to attempt to convey who he was, and claim to convey anything close to the truth, would be as foolish as the activities of both boy and man.…

The one word that comes to everyone’s lips who knew Maharaj Ji is, without a shadow of a doubt, ‘love’. The personality of every Master would appear to be different in that one is remembered for his compassion, another for his kingliness, one for his humility, another for his dynamism. In the case of Maharaj Ji, it was love.

On either side of the word ‘love’ we have to place two companions: ‘humility’ and ‘generosity’. Never did Maharaj Ji put himself forward, never did he take credit for anything, never did he see himself as other than a sevadar or friend. And as for generosity – he was generous of heart, generous with others’ weaknesses, generous in praise and encouragement, generous with his time and generous with himself.
_{Extract from Legacy of Love}