Here’s a story from Swami Rama:
“Years ago my Rishikesh ashram was situated very close to the Ganges because at that time there was no barrage (dam—which now is down the river a bit from the ashram). Right in front of my ashram one leper had made a small hut for himself on the banks of the river. The reason he had settled there was to insult me from morning till evening. He omitted no one in his never-ending vocal abuses, including my mother and father.
In spite of this, every evening I would go to him and to give him milk and to bathe him. This continued for two years until one day a swami from the mountains came. He was a huge man, about six and a half feet tall, totally bald, and was wearing only a loincloth. He marched directly toward me and before he even reached me he angrily asked, “Who is doing all that shouting? It’s my meditation time. Tell him to stop.”
Swami Veda Bharati took his Mahasamadhi July 14, 2015. He holds the prestigious title of Mahamandaleshwara in the Swami order of monks. Swami Veda was also the Chancellor of HIHT University, Dehradun, which was established by Master Swami Rama. He authored approximately 18 books on Indian spirituality including a 1500 page comprehensive commentary on two of the four chapters of Patanjali’s Yoga-sutras. Before taking the vows of Swamihood in 1992, Swami Veda Bharati was known as Dr. Usharbudh Arya.
"Icicles, beautiful, of many sizes and shapes. An infinite number of snowflakes, each a sapphire of individual cut, prepared by an invisible master hand. The beauty of each, very personal, adorns the earth. But when the sunlight strikes, when the icicles and the sapphires begin to meditate on their own true nature, knowing finally, that their true Self is the crystal-pure water of life, the dark winter is over.
Earrings, bangles, coins in a mint, meditate on their origin and know that they are the gold of the deepest mine, and the glitter of them all is a tiny flame in the heart of the Sun. The rivulets meditate and flow to the rivers. As the meditation of the rivers grows, they rush to the ocean. In a mother's womb, too, the light of stars becomes flesh and your eyes are born. Brother icicle, my pure sister sapphire, fellow friend for the same mint, Lady River undulating, laying parallel to me, let me whisper a cosmic secret to you tonight: "You and I are a multiple fetus with one life, of the same mother coursing through us in the Golden Womb of meditation."
I wish us this day a melting together of icicles and light in the pinpoint core of pure sapphire, pure gold and peace."
- Swami Veda Bharati in The Light of Ten Thousand Suns, page 85