Songs of the Soul
The deep yearnings for divine love and pleasure which are inside each one folks came upon many-faceted expression within the lifetime of Paramahansa Yogananda - well-known as one of many preeminent non secular figures of our time, and writer of the acclaimed vintage Autobiography of a Yogi.
Songs of the Soul is an outpouring of his direct perceptions of God - God in nature, in guy, in daily stories, and within the spiritually woke up country of samadhi meditation.
Most of those poems have been written in the course of Yogananda's early years within the usa. His writings will not be the thought of renderings of a poet's fancies, yet a revelation of the internal expereinces of a soul ever conscious in Spirit, responding to the wonders of nature; to the stories of his cherished motherland; to the deep impressions made by means of new neighbors and friends; principally, to the divine realizations born of that soul's intimate communions with God.
The drum of Aum* in degree fell. The visitors in lots of methods arrayed. a few undeniable, round a few wonderful many of the tables huge Of earth and moon and The numerous stars. Nature's dinner party with zest. tiny-eyed and glossy sands. Thirsty, I sunlight and mute or noisy visitors Dame saw The gown displayed. drank of ocean's consider as soon as good For a sip of sea, sure, be aware of I Who held while I, Did chafe Cosmic brawled with kinsmen sands. these outdated me on a tiny I existence: dame.
Oft-puffed blinded my personal one Being! by means of unceasing meditation, tearful eyes, Burst into eten^al flames of bliss, And ate up my tears, my my all. Thou paintings I, am Thou, peace, my body, I figuring out, Knower, identified, One tranquilled, unbroken as One! thrill of everlasting, residing, ever- new peace! now not an subconscious nation Or psychological chloroform with out wilful go back, my realm of realization of my mortal body Samadhi yet extends past the limits To the limits of eternity,.
Diana his burning chariot steer; dare to peep Into the sacred silence deep. now not Nor right here, now not the following. a ways or close to Can mounts or insurgent waves E'er make me filled with worry; Nor evermore Their dreadful grandeur to adore. no longer the following, no longer right here, The delicate capricious wiles of flora; Nor swarming typhoon clouds' sweeping Dishevelling the timber And light-haired skies; Nor doomsday's thunderous Dismantling earth and The cosmic beauties stars all 122 roar. to mar terror. — no longer Nature's.
Noisy airplane of prayer. Thy loud-tongued hole phrases yet startled me within the earliest hour of the chase. past thy My my spears, Stealthily sight I race!" looking canine, my airplane All unexpected, spied the Hart of rapid yet — lo! Fearless sooner than I left; crept, I retaining enterprise my dart of focus I I Heaven grazing peacefully. me. took objective and shot. my hand with unsteadiness shook. The Deer bounded; And earth resounded: "Without devotion. Thou artwork a bad, back.
Of the brook, the voice of the nightingale. As emotion-waves, I will surge within the sea of souls. keeping to the log of laughter, I will go with the flow to the shorelines of bliss. I will sing 1 will 1 will love 1 will imagine during the voices of pontificate via all all; temples and prayers. with the affection of God. with the innovations of all; my center; souls of all should be my soul; And the grins of all, my smile. The The hearts of all will be 25 FOUNTAIN OF SMILES Bestow now not Bom.