THIS GARLAND

Woven With Flowers

OF

HIS OWN GIFT

Is Offered

For The Appreciation Of

THE SOULFUL

Of His Creation

PROEM.

I bow to the Glorious One—the unerring Mariner who has guided my frail life's bark across the billowy world-ocean wrapt in "Goo"—the darkness of ignorance—with the ever-illuminating "Roo"—the search-light of wisdom—to the Land of the Lotus Feet of Krishna. I bow to Sree Brahmananda Bharati—my Gooroo.