Whispers of eternity pdf

Showing Average rating 4. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Start your review of Whispers from Eternity: First Version. Allowing the sweet nectar of daily reading nourish my soul In whom the Cosmic Heart is ever throbbing equally. My intention was to read the poems of this book little by little savoring one each day but I often found a trance like meditative state that I just couldn't put Whispers From Eternity down.

Paramahansa Yogananda the blessed teacher has brought many insights into my life through Autobiography of a Yogi and The Yoga of Jesus and I wasn't going to miss this work of his poetry. It certainly didn't disappoint. I will continue to revisit these gems the majority of which are very short but so beautiful My intention was to read the poems of this book little by little savoring one each day but I often found a trance like meditative state that I just couldn't put Whispers From Eternity down.

I will continue to revisit these gems the majority of which are very short but so beautifully contemplative. Nov 07, Kimberly Simon rated it it was amazing Shelves: books-to-read-before-you-die , spiritual , hindu.

Prayers for everyday and every purpose. Brings the sacredness to connection with your highest self. Jun 17, D'artagnan rated it it was amazing. This poetry is out there, like in a galaxy far far away. I enjoyed Yogananda's devotional thoughts, but poetry is not his strong suite ;. A little over the top in some verses, but overall worthwhile. Feb 10, Jonathan rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: Lovers of poetry and beauty. Recommended to Jonathan by: Yogananda-but not in bodily form.

Shelves: poetry. Guru's collection of divine poetry, deeply moving and comforting. Totally resonates with this soul. Another great spiritual book full of insight.

Sep 18, Ghghghhh rated it really liked it. Its a collection of prayers and phrases to get communion with the divine Jun 24, Mary rated it really liked it. Sep 21, Angie rated it really liked it Recommends it for: every body. Aug 31, Ann Pletcher rated it it was amazing. Mother Divine, on the beauteous veil of Thy mind a million cinemas of cosmic dramas play. Thus dost Thou entertain and amuse Thy good children, and frighten Thy naughty ones.

Mother Divine, draw aside Thy glittering veil of cosmic motion pictures and show me Thy delusion-dispersing face of mercy. O Father, when I was blind I found not a door which led to Thee, but now that Thou hast opened my eyes, I find doors everywhere: through the hearts of flowers, through the voice of friendship, through sweet memories of all lovely experiences.

Every gust of my prayer opens an unentered door in the vast temple of Thy presence. With the opening of the earliest dawn and the lotus-buds, my soul softly opens in prayer to receive Thy light. Bathe each petal of my mind with Thy radiant rays!

I saturate myself with the perfume of Thy presence, and I wait to waft with the breeze the aroma of Thy message of love to all. Bless me, that with the spreading dawn I may spread Thy love everywhere. Bless me, that with the awakening dawn I may awaken all souls with my own and bring them to Thee. The sun shines high in the heavens: everything is fully awake. Awaken Thou me, likewise! Thou art invisible, yet Thine energy flows through the rays of sunshine.

Fill my veins with Thine invisible rays, making me strong and tireless. As the sun shines in the busiest streets, may I behold Thy rays of protecting love in the crowded places of my life's activities.

As the light shines steadily, undisturbed, on the street, whether crowded or empty, so may I hold my calmness and my strength steadily, while I move through the crowded or empty streets of life. Give me strength; and what I receive, teach me to share with others. The day is done. Refreshed and sanctified with the sunshine of the day, I pass through the portals of evening, dimly adorned with faint stars, to enter into the temple of silence and worship Thee.

I worship Thy Spirit of approaching calmness. What prayers shall I offer, for I have no words to offer Thee? I shall light a little fire of devotion on the altar of my soul. Will that light suffice to bring Thee into my dark temple—my dimly lighted temple, dark with my ignorance? I crave, I yearn for Thee! With closed eyes, I sit in the temple of night and worship Thee.

The sunlight, revealing a million alluring things, has vanished. One by one, I have closed the doors of my senses, lest the fragrance of the rose, or the song of the nightingale, distract my love from Thee.

I am alone in this dark, dark temple. I have left everything, but where art Thou? Darkness is haunting; but, unafraid, I am groping, seeking, crying for Thee.

Wilt Thou leave me alone? Come, show Thyself! The door of my memory swings open. Throbbingly thrilled, my heart looks for Thee, but I find Thee not. Ye throng of a million thoughts and experiences past! Come not into my sacred temple. I close the bursting, thought-pressed door and run everywhere to find Thee. Where art Thou? Darkness deepens, and as I sit still, in anguish of despair, I behold a little taper of concentration burning within me.

I stand up, and madly rush through the dimly lighted temple—the farther I go, the deeper grows the gloom. I clasp the empty darkness in hope of seizing Thee. Finding Thee not, I return again, and see the taper dimly burning. I sing outwardly a loud prayer. My large teardrops, and my strong gusts of prayer almost extinguish the taper. I will pray no more with words nor rush or run about in the temple of Stygian darkness, nor drown the taper with my tears.

I will sit still, and command my breath to make no sound. I rebuke my boisterous love for Thee. The taper of meditation burns brighter now. O, how maddening! I cannot worship Thee with words, but only with wistful yearning. Brighter the light grows: I behold Thee now. Thou art I. I worship Thee. As night hides everything, I will worship Thee in hidden silence. I am glad with the joy of all minds.

I will use the screen of the night to hide myself from the tempting things of the day. O Night, when I am worried, throw thy veil of silent darkness around me.

Create a dark temple for me wherever I go, that I may invoke and call Him, whom I love, at any time, anywhere, everywhere. Heavenly Father, receive this food. Make it holy. Let no impurity of greed ever defile it. The food comes from Thee. It is to build Thy temple. Spiritualize it. Spirit to Spirit goes.

We are the petals of Thy manifestation, but Thou art the Flower, its life, beauty and loveliness. Permeate our souls with the fragrance of Thy presence. O Conscious, Cosmic Energy, it is Thou who dost directly support my body. Solid, liquid and gaseous foods are converted and spiritualized into energy by Thy cosmic energy—and it supports my body.

Help me to learn, O Spirit, to live more and more by direct cosmic energy and less and less by food. Thine energy burns in the bulb of the senses. I recharge myself with Thine omnipresent cosmic energy.

Teach me, O Spirit, by meditation, to stop the storm of breath, mental restlessness and sensory disturbances raging in the lake of my mind. Let the magic wand of my intuition stop the gale of passions and unnecessary desires, and in the rippleless lake of my mind let me behold the undistorted reflection of the moon of my soul, glistening with the light of Thy presence. Father Divine, teach me to dive deep in the ocean of meditation for the pearls of wisdom.

Teach me to plunge headlong, armored with the diving suit of conscience, that the sharks of passions may not destroy me. If I find not the wisdom-pearls by one or two divings, teach me not to call the sea of meditation devoid of the pearls of Thy wisdom. Rather teach me to find fault with my diving. Teach me to dive again and again in meditation, deeper and deeper always, until I find Thine immortal pearls of wisdom and divine joy.

O Divine Mother, teach me to use the gift of Thy love in my heart to love the members of my family more than myself. Bless me, that I may love my neighbors more than my family. Expand me, so that I love my country more than my neighbors, and that I love my world and all human brethren more than my country, neighbors, family, and myself.

Lastly, teach me to love Thee more than anything else, for it is Thy love with which I love everything. Without Thee I cannot love anybody or anything. Father Divine, teach me to enter through the portals of family love, or through the love of my friends into the mansion of wider social love.

Teach me, then, to pass through the doors of social love into the wider mansion of international love. Teach me to pass through the portals of international love into the endless territory of divine love, in which I may perceive all animate and inanimate objects as breathing and living by Thy love.

Teach me to tarry not at any of the fascinating, gorgeous gates of family, social or international love. Teach me to pass through all these portals, leading to smaller territories of love, until, passing through the last gate of human love, I can enter into the endless territory of divine love, in which I shall find all living, semi-living or sleeping things as my own.

O God the Father, teach me to make a bouquet of the variously hued flowers of filial, conjugal, friendly, parental, masterly loves, and to lay it on the altar of my heart, where Thou reignest. If I cannot make a bouquet, I will pluck the rarest love that grows in the garden of my devotion and will lay that before Thee. Wilt Thou receive it? O Holy Vibration, boom on the shores of my consciousness. Break the limiting boundary of my consciousness in the body. Reverberate through my body, mind, soul, my surroundings, the cities, the earth, the planets, the universe, and every particle of creation.

Unite my consciousness with cosmic consciousness. O cosmic vibration, reverberate through me as the cosmic, intelligent sound, and teach me to find in Thee the presence of the reflected Christ consciousness.

O Holy Vibration, lead me to intuit the Christ consciousness in Thee. O omnipresent, cosmic sound of Amen or Aum, reverberate through me, expanding my consciousness from the body to the universe, and teach me to feel in Thee the all-permeating, perennial bliss.

No more shall my consciousness remain bottled in this phial of flesh, corked with ignorance. No more will I remain moving through the sea of cosmic consciousness, night and day, years, incarnations—so close, yet without contacting the sea. Through the bursting vibration of cosmic sound, and the surging of Thy holy name, I have removed the cork of ignorance, which so long separated Thee from me, though living so near.

Now my consciousness within the body will meet the all-pervading consciousness without. No longer will I thoughtlessly walk in Thee, knowing and feeling Thee not. Thine image within shall meet Thine image which is everywhere. By releasing the "I-ness" in me, I know that I am Thou, and that it is Thou who art the little egos of all. Thou light of my life—thou camest to spread wisdom's glow over the path of my soul. Centuries of darkness dissolved before the shafts of thy luminous help.

At that meeting, O my Guru, a spark flew from thee, and the faggots of my God-cravings, gathered through incarnations, smouldered and blazed into bliss. All my questions have been answered through thy flaming, golden touch.

Eternal, ever-present satisfaction has come to me through thy glory. My Guru, thou voice of God, I found thee in response to my soul-cries. Slumbers of sorrow are gone, and I am awake in bliss. If all the gods are displeased, and yet thou art pleased, I am safe in the fortress of thy pleasure.

O Guru—thou didst bring me out of the bottomless pit of darkness into the paradise of peace. Our souls met after years of waiting. They trembled with an omnipresent thrill. We met here, because we had met before. Together we will fly to His shores, and then we will smash our planes of finitude forever and vanish into our infinite life. I bow to thee as the spoken voice of silent God.

I bow to thee as the divine door leading to the temple of salvation. I bow to thee—to thy Master, Lahiri Mahasaya, harbinger of Yoga in Benares; and I lay the flowers of my devotion at the feet of Babaji, our supreme Master! O Christ—Thou rarest flower of hearts—Thou didst sail on the storm-tossed lake of prejudiced minds. Its evil-scented, gloomy thought-waves lashed Thy lily-tender soul. They crucified Thee with their evil. Yet Thou didst shed the aroma of goodness and forgiveness, and didst help them to be purified by remorse, so helping them to become attractively sweet-scented with Thine all-loving Flower-Soul.

O Thou Great Lover of error-torn brothers—an unseen monument of the mightiest miracle of love was established in each heart when the magic wand of Thy voice uttered: "Forgive them, for they know not what they do.

Thou hast healed the cataract of hatred, and now we have grown to see: "Love thine enemies as thyself, for they are thy brothers—though sick and sleeping. Thou hast taught us not to increase their delirious kicks of hatred by battering them with the bludgeons of revenge. Thine undying sympathy hath inspired us to heal and wake our brothers, suffering from the delirium of anger, by the soothing salve of our forgiveness. Thy crucifixion reminds us of the daily crucifixion of our fortitude by trials, of our wisdom by ignorance, of our self-control by the scathing hands of temptation, and of our love by misunderstanding.

Thy test on the cross proved the victory of Thy wisdom over ignorance, of Thy soul over flesh, of Thy happiness over pain, and of Thy love over hatred. So are we heartened to bear our crosses bravely and pleasantly.

Teach us to pour out sweetness when crucified by harshness, to bear with calmness the assault of worries, and to give understanding unceasingly to those who unjustly hate us. O Shepherd of Souls, wandering hearts are of themselves seeking the one fold of divine devotion. We have heard the ever-calling music of Thine infinite kindness. Our one desire is to be at home with Thee, to receive the Cosmic Father with joyous, open eyes of wisdom, and to know that we are all sons of our own One God.

Calling to one another by the watchword: "Love him who loves you, and love all who love you not," let us rally beneath the canopy of the universal sense of Christ-Oneness. O Krishna, Lord of Hindustan, I sorrowed by the lonely Jumna river bank, where Thy flute-notes thrilled the air and led the lost calves to their homes. O Lotus of Love, musing on the sad absence of Thy delusion-dispelling eyes, I saw Thine invisible Spirit take form, frozen by my devotion's frost.

Thy divine form of sky-blue rays, with feet of eternity, walked on the banks of my mind, planting lasting footprints of realization there. I am one of Thy lost calves which followed Thy flower- footprints on the shoals of time. Listening to the melody of Thy flute of wisdom, I am following the middle path of calm activity, by which Thou hast led many through the portals of the dark past into the light.

Since all of us are of Thy fold, whether moving, sidetracked, or held stationary by the fogs of disbelief, O Divine Christ-na, lead us back to Thy fold of everlasting freedom. O Krishna, Thou reignest on the heart-throne of each knower of Thy love. Swami Shankara, thou dazzling star, soaring in wisdom's skies, thou hast shed thy light over many souls darkened by religious formalities. Many sheep of human darkness have fled before the leonine roar of thy Self-realization.

O Swami of Swamis, thou didst teach us to behold the one ocean of Spirit, hidden beneath the dancing, melting waves of finite forms. Thou didst tell us that our God is not gloomfaced nor revengeful, a seeker of faults, but that His face wears the aureole of all-alluring smiles. Thou hast shown us how to garner blossoming laughter of hearts, and how to adorn the vase of our souls with a bouquet of mighty, celestial laughter. Our smiling lives were churned out of thy sea of light, and in thy oceanic joy our many lives dance; and at the lull of desire's storm, in thy vast laughter we will merge.

O Shankara, many have seen the sea of Spirit dancing in thy smile: We bow to thee! O Moses, thou blossom of prophets! Thy wisdom's power has led many out of the desert of sorrow to the smiling lands of joy. The lips of thy life have whispered the secret way to set ablaze the bushes of soul-darkness with wisdom's fire, and in its glow to behold God's mercy-face. In the "burning-bush" of love, He saw thee, wet with trickling tears of kindness to all, and behold, He said:. O Moses, thou torch-bearer of salvation, many soldier-souls are seeking to join thee in thy ceaseless march through the dark night of time, to fight the forces of gloom.

O God-loving Moses, teach us to fight weakness with power, and to worship supremely the God of Gods reigning on the throne of all hearts—and no other God!

O Mohammed, thou flaming Son of God! In the bright luster of thy martial, celestial song, many have found solace in activity for their chivalrous souls, eager to rescue dame knowledge from the tyrant of darkness. None but the divine warrior wins in battle between strong peace and weak lust-pleasure, so thy soldiers have dipped their rapiers of shining good into the poison hearts of evil and ebbed their lives away.

Mohammed, iconoclast of soul-shorn symbol-idols, thou didst teach the worship of the One Formless God, washed clean of all distorting dreams of symbols and forms. Mohammed, thy voice warned thy fold not to stray in dry pastures of earth sense-lusts, but to browse on the rich harvests of immortal mind.

Thy followers know thou art the mortal enemy of sense-drugging, thought-devastating, God- banishing liquors and opiates. Mohammed, thy lighthouse, the Koran, hath guided many stray soul-ships safely around the submerged rocks of sin and led them safely to His shore.

Thou didst teach by occasional fasting, or by dropping the company of gross food, to tempt the Spirit to descend upon the altar of refinement and partake of the nectar of souls. Mohammed, with the beats of the war-drums of Allah Ho Akbar, or the Almighty, drive away the Satan of "matter-stick-to-itiveness.

May thy war-songs of spiritual power overcome the forces of frailty and limitation which invade our hearts. O Buddha, the gold vein of thy sermon of mercy ran through gloom-gorged, rocky hearts, and illumined their darkness. Thou loftiest soarer of renunciation's skies, beneath thy God-lifted eyes, the kingdom of sense- comfort, the rivers of gross greed, the vast and lust-scorched deserts of desire, the tall trees of temporal ambition, the cactus plants of prickly world-worries—all melt into invisible smallness.

Buddha, the arc-light of thy sympathy sought to melt the hardness of cruel hearts. Once thou didst save a lamb by offering thyself in its stead. Thy solemn thoughts still silently roam through the ether of minds, searching for ecstasy-tuned hearts. Seated beneath the banyan bodhi tree, thou didst make a solemn tryst with the Spirit: "Beneath the banyan bough, On the sacred seat I take this vow: Let derma, bones, and fleeting flesh dissolve; Until the mysteries of life I solve, And receive the all-coveted Priceless Lore, From this place I shall stir, never, nevermore.

Thou symbol of sympathy, incarnation of mercy, give us thy determination, that we may seek truth as doggedly as thou didst. Bless us, that we may be awakened, like thee, to seek remedy for the sorrow-throbs of others as we seek it for ourselves.

Our Father, President of the United States of planets, galaxies, worlds, universes, Thy democratic rule of self-evolution and free-choice is bringing Thy citizen-children nearer and nearer unto Thine ideals. Born in Thy states of freedom of will, we received our celestial birthright of eternal, everlasting freedom. But, alas! Teach us, Father, to melt with the warmth of our love and understanding, the fancy-frozen boundaries of family, society and nationality.

Bless us, O all-wise Father, that we may live in the United States of the World, with Thee as our President, perennially elected by the free choice of all the good citizens of our hearts, ruling ourselves through our own self-determining discrimination. Teach us to enrich our souls, our opulence, and our understanding, by broadening the circle of our patriotic love, including in it all earth's inhabitants, irrespective of caste, class, creed or color.

O Cosmic President, bless us that we may obey Thy laws of life; and respect, with kindness, the freedom of all Thy free-born children-citizens: not only the good, and the error-intoxicated men, but also the mammals, birds and beasts, frail flowers, mute grasses and jungle weeds, crushed low under the tread of our cruel, unheeding feet. But let me be none of these, if it enmesh me in labyrinthine ways of religious formalities.

Let me travel the royal road of realization which leads to Thee. I care not what bypaths of religion I follow, if at last I can travel by the one highway of common realization, which straightway leads to Thee. Send the sunshine of Thy wisdom to guide me in the daylight of my dawning powers; and the moon of Thy mercy, if I travel in the dark night of sorrow.

Our One Father, we are traveling by many true paths unto Thy one abode of Light. Show us the one highway of common realization, where all bypaths of theological beliefs meet. Make us feel that the diverse religions are branches of Thy one tree of truth. Bless us, that we may enjoy the intuition-tested, ripe, luscious fruits of self-knowledge, hanging from all the branches of manifold scriptural teachings.

In Thy one temple of silence, we are singing unto Thee a chorus of many- voiced religions. Teach us to chant in harmony our love's many expressions unto Thee, that our melody of souls may rouse Thee to break Thy vows of silence and lift us upon Thy lap of universal understanding and immortality. Miscellaneous Demands. I burnt my past.

I ignored the foreboding seeds of sprouting destiny. I waded through the strewn ashes of past and future fears. I am the eternal present. I tore to shreds the cocoon of ignorance with the sharpness of my will. I am Thy flitting butterfly of eternity, sweeping through immeasurable time. The beauty of my nature-wings I spread everywhere, to entertain everything. Suns and stardust are spread on my wings. Behold my beauty! Cut all the silken threads of thy shrouding folly: follow me in my flight to myself!

I will sing to Thee a song which lies singing in my heart, unheard by any. I nurtured my song-child, and I bring it out unto Thee for its training. I will not offer unto Thee an intellectual, premeditated and disciplined song; I will offer unto Thee the wild songs of my heart. I will not offer unto Thee civilized, emotion-born music or mind-made song-flowers; but I will offer unto Thee the wild blossoms which grow on the high tracts of my soul.

I am saying my prayers on the beads of my love, strung with devotion. Sometimes I use all o names, for I know Thou lovest to take many names. In Thy cosmic plays on the stage of centuries, and in Thy myriad appearances, Thou hast taken unto Thys many names, but I know Thou hast one changeless name—Perennial Joy.

I played with Thee many times. I sang Thy songs. I remember Thy warm touches of centuries, whenever I returned home to Thee after the of separation.

Again, in this day of time, I play with Thee and I sing Thy songs. Into the temple of peace, come Thou, O God of joy! Into the shrine of devotion, come Thou O Bliss-God! Make the sanctuary of my goodness sacred by Thy presence. O mighty Allah, hover over Thy lone waiting minaret of my expectations. O Allah, the mosque of my mind exudes the frankincense of stillness.

We are waiting to hear the tread of Thy footsteps. The temple vihara of my self- development is waiting for Thy coming. Into the invisible church of my prayer, built of strong, white blocks of devotion, come Thou daily to receive the humble offering of my heart, renewed by love. O Divine Mother, in Thy lotus feet of blue light, the bee of my mind is engrossed. It is drinking the honey of Thy motherly love.

This royal bee of Thine will drink no other honey but that which is graced by Thy perfume. O Divine Mother, flying over all the gardens of my fancy, denying myself the honey of all pleasures, at last I found the ambrosia hidden in Thy lotus-heart. I have been Thy busy bee, soaring through the fields of incarnations, inhaling the breath of experiences; now I will roam no more, for Thy fragrance has quenched the perfume-thirst of my soul. In Thy temples, when many come to pray, I take God-intoxication from their eyes.

I blend them together into a cocktail of devotion. I serve that to my thirsty thoughts; they drink and drink, and forget their fresh wounds and worries. In the home of the materially rich and spiritually poor, I love to serve this magic cocktail in vessels of my heart's good-will and sincerity.

I pray that they who drink this wine may become so intoxicated that they will forget the pain of ignorance forevermore. O Thou Thief of Hearts, the rays of joy spreading in the firmament of my inner silence heralded the promise of Thine approach. Many nights in twinkling garments, many dawns donning green veils of glittering, dewy pearls, many twilights dancing in cadence with cow-bells, many years decked with spring-blossoms, summer-zephyrs, diamond-icicles, and the shining garment of fluttering rains blushing with joyous expectancy, waited for Thee in the bower of memory.

But the wolf of time stole upon Thy devotees, and they are no more. I am left alone—all alone— and love for fickle festivities has flown. Yet will I travel with the ever-roaming hours in search of Thy path. I mind not waiting even a thousand millenniums, for I know I shall seize Thee, O Thief of Hearts, sometime, at eternity's end!

Wrapped in the blanket of hope, I slept long. I dreamt that I was sitting on a throne. My face held a bouquet of smiles. My smiles withered, and the petals of merriment dropped, one by one. Then suddenly, I beheld myself in rags, sitting on the hard stones of poverty. I cried, and my teardrops fell on the unheeding, unrelenting stones of my circumstances. The world passed me by in mocking silence. I cried for Thy help. Thou didst wake me at last, through the force of my gathered cries.

I laughed to find myself neither rich nor poor. Wake in me immortality: Wake in me unshaken calmness, that I may know that the fierce terrors of mundane delusion are but dreams. Impediments, beware! Flee my path! I am homeward bound. Through the corridors of time, falling in the pitfalls of error, lifted by Thine unseen hand, I walked. Discouraging darkness, barbed fences of habit, stone embankments of indolence, mountains of indifference, oceans of unfaithfulness, sirens of sense, may stand in my path to prevent my march to Thy place; but a million kingdoms and sextillions of years of untrammelled worldly happiness will not tempt me to forsake Thee.

A lion-cub of the Divine Mother, I was somehow thrown into life in the sheep-fold of human frailties. Living long with the sheep of fear, failure and disease, I bleated with weakness. I forgot my roars which had frightened away all wicked, pestering sorrows. O Lion of Realization, Thou didst drag me away from the sheep-fold unto the waters of meditation. And Thou didst say: "Open thine eyes and roar!

The roar of Thy wisdom reverberated through me, and Thy hard shakings of spiritual urge made me open my eyes. Now, I know I am the Lion of cosmic power. I will no more bleat in fear of weakness and suffering: I will roar with the vibrant power of the Almighty! Bounding in the forest of experiences, I will seize the little creatures of vexing worries, the timid fears, and wild hyenas of disbelief, and devour them ruthlessly. Thine astral airplane of earthly parting came to take my soul away.

I wondered through what strange skies I was to soar, and to what lands I was to travel. I asked the mystic Pilot of Cosmic Law whither I was going. The Silent One answered, soundlessly:. I am thy brother, uplifter, redeemer, friend—unloader of thy gross burden of body-troubles. I come to fetch thee away from the valley of thy broken dreams to the highland of light, where poisonous vapors of sorrow can never climb.

I have broken thy chains of disease and mental fears. Thy long imprisonment behind the bars of bones made thee unwillingly become used to the cage. Thou didst want thy freedom always. Now, why art thou fearfilled, when thou hast won thy long-craved freedom? Fold thy long-fluttering wings and restfully ride with me, anywhere, everywhere, in thine ethereal home! In the garden of my dreams grew many dream-blossoms.

The rarest flowers of my fancy all bloomed there. Unopened buds of earthly hopes audaciously spread their petals of fulfillment, warmed by the light of my dreams. In the dim glow, I spied the specters of beloved forgotten faces, sprites of dear, dead feelings, long buried beneath the soil of mind, which all rose in their shining robes.

I beheld the resurrection of all experiences, at the trumpet-call of my dream-angels. O King of my dreams and of countless dream-worlds, in the garden of Thy dream-galaxies let me be a tiny star, or let me twinkle by Thy side as Thy loved dream-star in the chamber of Thy cosmic dreams. Or, if I be not held by the string of Thy love as a tiny star-bead of life in the garland of Thy dreams, then give me the humblest place in the heart of Thy dreams.

In the chamber of Thy heart, I shall behold the making of the noblest dreams of life. O Master- Weaver of Dreams, teach me to make a many-hued carpet of dreams, for all lovers of Thy pattern of dreams to walk over, as they travel to the temple of eternal dreams. And I will join the worshipping angels of living visions that I may offer on Thine altar a bouquet of my new-born dreams of Thee.

When the sparks of cosmic creation flew from Thy bosom of flame, I sang in the chorus of singing lights which heralded the coming of the worlds. I am a spark of Thy cosmic fire. Thou sun of life, as Thou didst peep into the mortal cups of mind, filled with molten liquid of vital sparks, Thou wert caught within the golden smallness of human feelings.

In each fragile, oscillating mirror of flesh, I see the restless dance of Thine omnipresent power. In the quivering lake of life, I behold Thine almighty life. Christlike, teach me by the command of concentration to stop the storms of restless desires raging over the limpid lake of my mind.

In the still lake of my soul, I love to behold Thine unruffled face of stillness. Break the boundaries of the little wave of my life, that Thy vastness may spread over me. Make me feel that my heart is throbbing in Thy breast, and that Thou art walking through my feet, breathing through my breath, wielding my arms of activity, and weaving thoughts in my brain. Thy sleeping sighs wake when my sighs cry.

Through Thy playfulness, the bubbles of Thy visions of creation float in the chamber of my delusive sleep. It is Thy meteoric will which courses through the skies of my will. Make me feel that it is Thou who hast become I. O, make me Thyself, that I may behold the little bubble of me, floating in Thee! Rocked in the cradle of the blue-colored past, bright-colored present, and grey-colored, dim future, I, Thy child of eternity, am restless.

I strained the feet of my power ineffectually, but at last I managed to jump from the cradle of duality's delusion. Thou didst catch me in Thine infinite arms and rock me in all space. May the Niagara Falls of the joys from my heart gush unceasingly over those whom I meet. May its flooding power sweep away the heavy logs of others' difficulties. Let all wash their melancholia with the moonbeams of my bliss.

I will be the tornado of laughter, marring the superstructures of sorrow, spread over miles and miles of mentalities. I will churn up and blow away all the troubles of hearts. In the lightning-flashes of my mirth, I will swiftly bring to view the panorama of Thy beauty, hidden beneath the nocturnal darkness of unseeing minds. Bless me, that by a single shaft of my light I may put to flight the gathering gloom of ages, nurtured in the dark corners of human minds.

Through Thy grace, a little light of sudden wisdom will dispel the accumulated error of a million years. I am the lark of life, flitting in the skies of Thy cosmic presence, thirstily looking for the raindrops of Thy manifestations. Filter through the cruel clouds of silence Thy showering omnipresence. I will be attentive to every raindrop of Thy perception which shall touch my parched and craving lips. I will drink Thee within, and I will embrace the feet of Thy raindrops of realization, gently falling on my frail body without.

This age-long thirst of mine will only cease when Thy touch shall cool my craving soul within and my zeal-warmed body without. The storm of despondency and hopelessness has passed. Thy raindrops of peace have moistened each dry particle of my being, and I will flit everywhere, singing Thy song of contentment. Make me Thy lark, looking for no other drink but the waters of Thy solace, flowing through the heavens of Thy being everywhere.

O Silent Laughter—smile Thou through my soul. Let my soul smile through my heart. And let my heart smile through my eyes. O Prince of Smiles! Be enthroned beneath the canopy of my countenance, and I will protect Thy tender Self in the castle of my sincerity, that no rebel hypocrisy may lurk to destroy Thee.

Make Thou me a smile-millionaire, that I may scatter Thy rich smiles in sad hearts freely, everywhere! The fisherman of change has cast a net of cosmic delusion over us. We are swimming in the waters of false assurances of human safety, and all the while the net of death is closing in upon us. At every haul of the dragnet of delusion, many are caught—few escape.

I dived into the deep-sea- spaces of silent communion, and fled from the net of time. Open the petalled bars of our heart-buds, and let our imprisoned fragrance of love rush out to meet Thee. With the wind of cosmic perception, our fragrance will float to Thy temple of infinity. O King of all our ambitions, throw open all Thy windows of red clouds, of charm-clad human dreams. Open Thou all the doors of noble aspirations in the mansions of our souls. Each of these prayer-poems has been spiritualized by this great man of God.

Open this book, pick a poem at random and read it. Mentally repeat whatever phrase appeals to you. Within a short time, you will see your consciousness transformed. This book has the power to rapidly accelerate your spiritual growth, and provides hundreds of delightful ways for you to begin your own conversation with God. Sharing prayers and affirmations directly inspired by his high state of God-communion, this beloved spiritual master helps modern seekers achieve their own mystical relationship with the Divine.