In plain words
‘Rāma! Save me.’ When it comes as a song, it pulls at the heart. God delights in song, God loves song; there Nānā is singing. Bābā too was carried away. He is swaying His head in rapture. He too is singing that song in chorus. In this way singing fills the singer with rapture. It sets even God dancing. So this is the reason that bhajan is given such value at the time of prayer to God. We must do bhajan with the whole heart. Vālmīki wrote the story of Rāma within Rāma's own lifetime. Vālmīki had the story of Rāma sung in the assembly by Kuśa and Lava. Vālmīki, who had been without mercy, cruel and base, ever tormenting people, through the singing that can melt even stones gave the divine story of Rāma to the world.
The divine Name melts even a hard stone, makes it grow, and turns it into something that gives fruit. A small example. There is a hard rock. If you put seeds on that rock, they dry up. Or the birds carry them off. No plants come up on that hard stone. Little by little, drying in the sun and soaking in the rain, the stone melts and melts and turns into earth. When you put a seed in the earth, the seed comes up as a plant. The plant turns into a tree. The fruits come on the tree itself. Man eats the fruits. The gift of the fruits itself takes on human form. When the hard stone melted, what was it that took shape as man? That very stone. In the same way, the hard heart of Ratnākara was changed. That itself took shape as tapas. That itself took shape as the anthill called vālmīka. When that vālmīka grew and melted again in the rain, out of it came Ratnākara. Because he was born from the vālmīka, he came to be named Vālmīki. Once he was Ratnākara. A man with a hard heart; an anthill of snakes is called vālmīka. It melted away, and he came out. That is why his name is Vālmīki. Students must take care that hard feelings and cruel thoughts do not enter the heart. We must foster good feelings, good reflections and good thoughts. Hard hearts turn soft and sweet. That very heart turns into the dwelling of God. Whose is the great seat called the heart? It is no one else's; it is God's alone. No one else may sit on that seat of God. Seat anyone you like in your mind. There will be room for any number. But the heart is one: single sofa, not double sofa, not musical chair. One person one time, another person another time, in this way