God! God! God!

09/13/10

" World is a place where often things do not happen
the way you wish, and, people do not think, speak, act
and behave  the way you expect them to do ". 
  ( Spring Leaves  by   KMG )
      
       A renowned Swami from India, the author of the famous book "Autobiography of a Yogi" (that was translated worldwide into eighteen languages)who came over to USA, under instruction from his Guru, Swami Yukteswar, and established in 1920 in L.A. the institution of  "Self Realization Fellowship" ( SRF ), that has been propagating our scriptural knowledge ever since, was the  Swami Paramahamsa Yogananda, who was born in 1893 in Gorakhpur, India, as  Mukund Lal Ghosh, which name was changed to Yogananda in 1915  when he entered the Monastic Order.  For the next thirty two years, he travelled widely in USA giving discourses.  He even had audience with the then US  President  Calvin Coolidge in 1927.  He wrote innumerable books, apart from the above, such as ' The Divine Romance', ' Man's Eternal Quest ',  ' Wine of the Mystic ',  'Science of Religion', 'Where there is Light' and many others.  He expired in March 1952, just after concluding his speech at  SRF.    

     Today, I am reproducing below, a Poem of this great  Swamiji :
                                     God !   God !   God ! 
                          From the depths of slumber
                         As I ascend the spiral-way of wakefulness,
                         I whisper :
                         God !    God !    God !
                          Thou art the food, and when I break my fast
                         Of nightly separation from Thee,
                         I taste Thee, and mentally say :
                         God !    God !    God !
                          No matter where I go, the spotlight of my mind
                         Ever keeps turning on Thee ;
                         And in the battle and din of activity,
                         My silent war-cry is ever :
                         God !    God !    God ! 
                          When boisterous storms of trials shreik
                         And worries howl at me,
                         I drown their noises, loudly chanting :
                         God !    God !    God ! 
                          When my mind weaves dreams
                         With threads of memories
                         On that magic cloth I do emboss :
                         God !    God !    God !
                          Every night, in time of deepest sleep,
                         My peace dreams and calls:  Joy! Joy! Joy!
                         And my joy comes singing evermore :
                         God !    God !    God ! 
                          In waking, eating, working, dreaming, sleeping,
                         Serving, meditating, chanting, divinely loving,
                         My soul constantly hums, unheard by any:
                         God !    God !    God !  
        Thus is the nectar of his sweet words.