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The bhajan was very beautiful, and the place where you are sitting is very good. This time we could see that you made a very nice altar with the photos of Mahāprabhujī and Gurujī. The singing was excellent. Thank you. The bhajans you sang were very beautiful. Even the camera shot showed how you were singing and the entire altar of Mahāprabhujī with the pictures of Holī Gurujī—it was all very beautiful. You are most welcome again this evening. Many of you were here in the morning, and now many other bhaktas have come, both in the early morning and after the morning time. Many, many bhaktas performed karma yoga. There was something great in that karma yoga. It is said: Vṛkṣa, the tree. This tree is standing there, and it has been standing there constantly for twenty years. Perhaps it is very hot, or very cold, with snow, rain, or a very heavy storm, but it is standing there. That is what one great saint said. Mahāprabhujī was telling about this. Gurujī said to me that a tree, a big tree, and humans are the same. All twelve months we go through different situations, but we are all in our family, in our house, we are there. So this tree, it is said: I will be there for you. I will give you shelter. I will stay under your beautiful shade. I will feel the very nice beauty of how you are, O tree. And not only for one, not only for humans. See that tree. How many creatures are there? In the roots, the legs of the tree, there are many, many tiny jīvas, meaning living creatures. They are living under the roots, and also there is the water, the coming water. Then, you know, many creatures are climbing up and down, up and down, and making their nests. There is a very tiny life and a big one also. They are all me, we, and other creatures; they are in the lap of the tree. Some of you write a beautiful little book or something about this tree, and then it comes: new leaves. How nice we see them, very tiny, just as the leaves are coming. And you know the bees? I spoke to you about the bees. That bee is bringing the nectar. They come to the tree, and they get from her and give to her there. And many birds, they make a nest, like their house. It means they are all in the mother’s hands, in the lap of the mother tree. And then come the fruits, and all the leaves go a little down. The mother said, "Tree, mother said, please take fruit, take fruit." Sometimes, some people, because the fruits are too high, we throw a stone at her. Mother tree, po té matce stromu, we are throwing a stone at her. But the mother said, "Doesn’t matter, my child, you are my child." Ale, it’s okay if you throw the stone, I will endure. But you know, my child, ale víš, mé dítě, I will give these fruits for you. Enjoy, eat, it’s for you. And again, give the seed. And many different kinds of fruits, and we are taking oil from the seeds. "O my children, and my children, the seed. O human, you take my children’s seed, and you are grating, baking the oil. Let’s enjoy it. It is my blood, my seeds, but you enjoy how nice it is." And they said, "You make vegetables open?" No, it cannot. And so, massage oil with my blood, and you actually massage the oil with it. You do a massage with my blood, with my seeds. You massage yourself with the oil. You are going? OK. Adió. Good journey. Adió. Adió. And so, say the mothers, you give my oil, my tail, my blood. My children, my oil, seeds, I take that out and I massage you. You want to have nice hair from my seeds. And we are frying nice vegetables and so forth. "Oh, my child, you made your food and went for a picnic, and you are sitting under the tree. I am your mother, my children. And I am eating under your shadow. I give to you, and you make it a picnic. And you lie down. You are playing. Children are climbing up on my shoulders. Oh man, how nice I am. You are my children, oh humans. You throw the stone, and I throw you the fruit. Are the fruit, and I saw you in every direction, my tree. Oh my tree, oh my child, I am yours, but I know what will happen." So one day that big tree—and there are many, many big trees, it is like a forest—the tree was very old, 200 years, 100 years, maybe 500 years. All this, this is satsaṅg. So they said, in the evening when the wind comes, they are singing some leaves of the satsaṅg. We enjoy. How many things can we do for this tree? Sometimes we climb up, and we see from there, "Oh, there is the ocean. Water from somewhere, we can go and get water from there." What can we not? "Oh, my child, suddenly when you cannot swim and you fall in the water, my arm would be very thick, fluttering on the water. Why? Because I take you in my arms, I cannot, otherwise I will die. Oh, my tree, oh, my child, there are so many. And sometimes it, you burn me, it is okay, my child, because you feel cold, and you make it stone burning, because you are my child. In my lap, and I am making you warm, burning this wall. And when this is coal, how beautiful the color. And you can use it again once. Go ahead, my dear. All is mine. I am your mother." We will make a beautiful story, and this beautiful book I tell you, so anybody, you who are writing from my world satsaṅg, which I told you, give me one, two stories. Very nice, very nice. Velice krásné. And monkeys sitting there. Birds have nests. Evening, all birds are coming, and they are happy with the mother. All children. On the mother’s branches, different kinds of birds. That is mothers; there are many. Some cannot see properly in the daytime. I leave my branches like this. And in the night, they come and eat the fruit. What a tree! Oh, my tree! What can be more than God? And so many, many things you cannot imagine. We are making no money because our door, we have to go in the house. But I am on your door, my child. I am protecting you, and even you are sitting comfortably in my lap or my toy, all these things. And you see on the whole tree, where there is this skin, and many, many are inside under me. I protect, I give. Look at the world. God. Look, God is with us. One day, one sādhu was living in the forest. And he was walking one day through the forest. And there was a very, very thick tree there. The trunks of the ten people were holding together. And the sādhu came, and he looked at this old tree a řekl: "No one can kill me. I am very big." Well, you are very old. How many generations have you? But maybe it is your time now, and he went. He again said, "What do you think? There will come one man, and he will kill you." What? Oh tree, it is your people, your generations, they will help you to kill. Like in the war, all humans we are, and we humans are killing the humans. He said, "They cannot. I am how many years I am strong?" Swamiji went. One man came with a wooden handle, so big, and there was this, what you call the... Axe. Axe. And he came and he began to, and so he came and cut into that tree and began to cut that tree. A big, big tree. First, he pulled it down. And others, what happened? After two years, or one year, that sādhu went through this path. And he was looking there, "Rām, Rām, Rām, God, God. I told them that one day will come for you, they will kill you. But how it happened? Only one person, he said, 'Yes, iron.' An iron axe would not have power. But, my children, my people, my countries, they go together: iron and this tree. And with that, he killed me down the old tree. Yes, Gurujī, our people are killing us. So, how and who did?" He told about that. So, my dear, our friends kill us. We are doing good, but not all are doing like that. In one street, we are living, our neighbors, our parents, the children. So therefore, O tree, what will you say to God now? Is it I will go to God? God, whatever it is, but I know, Lord, you will grow in my palm, my palm of the earth. And so, what a beautiful tree. And he said, "They killed me. They cut me, but still I use them, and they are still with me." So, my dear, that is Gurudev. A Gurudev gives from his heart to me what I should talk. From my flat, or where my place is where I am, I think I will go to give a beautiful other lecture. Then on the way, I said, "Okay, I will do this very nice bhajan story," and then came here, Mahāprabhujī. I always tell Mahāprabhujī, "Please do what you want with me," and so it came to me, this tree. And this tree said to me, "My child, don’t worry. I am under you. I will ever be green for you, my child." So this is very nice. It is not only a story that we should make it one beautiful. You all have to help me and give it to me in some days. Only one story or two you can, but it has to be done very nicely. And someone should give me some pictures of the trees: the track, black tree standing, then blossom coming, trees then will be very nice green. It will become yellow, and it falls down. Then it is said, it is said that beautiful, beautiful, beautiful... Beautiful, beautiful... Beautiful, beautiful... Beautiful, beautiful... Beautiful, beautiful... Beautiful, beautiful... Beautiful, beautiful... It is said, the leaf falls down from the tree, pata tuta dalpe, legayi pavan, the wind took it away. Very far, on the other side of the hill, I don’t know now. The leaf said, "Oh mother, when I will come again to you, that will be the end of the story. Oh, make ready, please, the film. Tell, please make ready our Mahābhārata quickly." Therefore, my dears, and therefore, my dears, don’t think, "What will I do? Where will I go? And who are my... and how will I die?" I am everywhere. So this tree said, "My child, my leaf." It went like an aeroplane, and somewhere you are there. Oh, my tree. It’s not that. It is my child, this is fall. There is the seed, and it will grow again, you. No one can burn me, no one can destroy me. I am eternal. As long as the earth is, I am with thee. Oṁ Śāntiḥ, Oṁ Śāntiḥ, Oṁ Śāntiḥ.