In the pure pellucid lake of the heart of man, the lotus of Divine aspiration is blossoming; instead of offering that flower at the feet of God, you try the trick of placing there flowers that fade, fruits that rot, and leaves that dry. Offer the heart that He has endowed you with, filled with adoration and love! Your Ananda is my Aahara (You bliss is My food), so, cultivate it. It grows only when you meditate on the source of Ananda, the goal of Ananda, namely, God. Sita was interned by the cruel King Ravana in the most beautifully laid-out garden in Lanka, called A-shoka-vana (the forest of no sorrow). The flower-beds, lawns and greeneries, trees and creepers, bowers and groves were most pleasing to the eye and refreshing to the mind. But, Sita derived no joy therefrom! She found therein only empty vanity, lust for power and foul pleasure. But, Sita felt real Ananda when an unattractive monkey started repeating the name of Rama from the branch of the tree under which she sat! The Lord’s Name was for her the source of unfailing joy! – Divine Discourse, Apr 23, 1967.