The cubses had been planning to ask Bhagavan about miracles ... why did some gurus talk about them so much, and claim to be able to perform them, and place so much importance on them, but Bhagavan never admitted to performing any at all ...
As they drew near him, though, their questions evaporated like mist in warm sunlight.
The true miracle, the only miracle they needed and could ever need, was the miracle of having been drawn to Bhagavan's beloved feet.
Omcub had had five questions ready for Bhagavan, and Arunacub had had eight, and Tirucub had had nine, and Spotty had had half a question .... but all 22 1/2 of these questions had melted in the warmth of Bhagavan's beautiful smile, and they could not remember anything about the questions, or even that they had planned to ask them.
Unable to help themselves, they drew closer and closer to Bhagavan until they were almost touching his mane.
Spotty, completely unable to hold back, dipped his sweet head down and kissed first Bhagavan's right foot and then his left. Like the others, he had heard that Bhagavan did not encourage or even necessarily allow such things, but it could not be helped. Bhagavan must have known this, or perhaps he made exceptions for six month old leopard cubs, because he only smiled.
The cubses were unaware that very nearby, a small goat was peeking through some greenery.
It was Flora. She had intended to do some useful spying, and report back to SwamiMiracleAnanda, but something totally unexpected was happening.
Her gaze fell on Bhagavan, and in that instant, she understood the true meaning of the word miracle. She forgot her mission, she forgot SwamiMiracleAnanda, she forgot herself.
Quietly, she inched forward.
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