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After resting a little, the Master put on a new cloth of yellow silk and took his seat on the small cot. The devotees are gazing at the wondrous form of that blissful great soul in yellow, radiant, delighting the hearts of devotees. Seeing that holy, enchanting form, which even the gods rarely see, their eyes are not satisfied. They want to see more, and more, and to drown in that sea of beauty.