In the hallowed sanctuary of Satsang, where the echoes of divine wisdom intertwined with the melodies of the soul, there resided a silent sage—a deaf old man whose presence spoke volumes amidst the congregation.
Curiosity stirred within the hearts of those who beheld him, for how could one, deaf to the melodies of discourse, find solace in the sanctum of spiritual communion?
Perplexed by the enigma of the old man's devotion, a seeker approached the saint with a query that danced upon the lips of many—a question that sought to unravel the mystery shrouding the deaf devotee's attendance.
To their surprise, the saint, with a knowing smile, summoned the old man, his eyes alight with the wisdom borne of transcendence.
In silence, the old man received the saint's query—a written testament to the exchange of understanding that transcended the barriers of speech and sound.
"Why do you come, knowing you cannot hear?" the saint inquired, his words etched upon the parchment of inquiry.
With serene composure, the old man penned his reply—a testament to the depth of insight that stirred within his soul.
"Baba ji," his words whispered upon the page, "though I may be deaf to the melodies of discourse, my spirit resonates with the divine harmonies that emanate from your being. In the sacred sanctuary of Satsang, I bask in the radiance of your presence, my soul enriched by the vibrations of truth that permeate the atmosphere.
"Though my ears may not perceive the nectar of your words, my heart drinks deeply from the wellspring of divine wisdom that flows unceasingly from your lips. And in my silence, I find solace—a solace that transcends the limitations of the physical realm, embracing the boundless expanse of the soul.
"Moreover, in my attendance, I partake in the collective virtue of the assembly—a virtue that extends beyond the confines of individual understanding, encompassing the welfare of my family and the propagation of moral values for generations to come."
In the silent exchange of wisdom, the saint beheld the richness of the old man's devotion—a devotion that spoke louder than words, echoing through the corridors of eternity.
And in that moment, amidst the sacred sanctuary of Satsang, the congregation bore witness to the timeless truth—that true understanding transcends the limitations of perception, finding expression in the silent eloquence of the soul.