When your heart's gratitude comes to the fore, when you become all gratitude, this gratitude is like a flow, a flow of consciousness. When your consciousness is flowing, feel that this gratitude-flow is like a river that is watering the root of the tree and the tree itself. It is always through gratitude that your consciousness-river will grow and water the perfection-tree inside you.
Thank you,_ I answered, unsure of the proper American response to her gracious enthusiasm. In the Arab world, gratitude is a language unto itself. __ay Allah bless the hands that give me this gift_; __eauty is in the eyes that find me pretty_; __ay Allah never deny your prayer_; and so on, an infinite string of prayerful appreciation. Coming from such a culture, I have always found a mere __hank you_ an insufficient expression that makes my voice sound miserly and ungrateful._ (169).
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Thank you,_ I answered, unsure of the proper American response to her gracious enthusiasm. In the Arab world, gratitude is a language unto itself. __ay Allah bless the hands that give me this gift_; __eauty is in the eyes that find me pretty_; __ay Allah never deny your prayer_; and so on, an infinite string of prayerful appreciation. Coming from such a culture, I have always found a mere __hank you_ an insufficient expression that makes my voice sound miserly and ungrateful._ (169).
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