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Poems by Paramhansa Yogananda


I am the Eagle of Progress,

Soaring far above little lanes

Of narrowness and bigotry.

Call me higher and higher,

That I may fly above all clouds

Of earth-vibrations.

With the sharp talons of my soul,

I will tear all birds of miseries

Which prey upon man.

I will keep the skies of human mind

Free from all hawks of ignorance

Which attack the dove of peace.

I want to fly with balanced wings

Of right-living,

In the fine regions

Of Thy Perception.

Above the tornadoes of worry-vibrations,

I want to fly higher and higher,

And climb to those unimagined heights,

Where Thou dost dwell.

Make me

Thy tame Eagle of Progress.

Praecepta Lessons, Volume 3 (1938): Praeceptum #76

Reason’s Guide

In wisdom’s chambers

Thou dost roam.

Thou art the reason in me.

Thou dost roam and wake

Each lazy little cell of brain

To receive, to receive

The good that mind and senses give,

The knowledge that Thou dost give.

Myself will think, myself will reason.

I won’t trouble Thee for thought,

But lead Thou when reason errs;

To its goal lead it right.

Praecepta Lessons, Volume 3 (1938): Praeceptum #75


O Divine Hart,

I ran for Thee,

Equipped with spears of selfish desires.

Thou didst fly!

I raced for Thee

In the plane of loud prayer.

It crashed to the earth

Of my restlessness,

And the noise frightened Thee away from me.

Stealthily I crept upon Thee

With the dart of my concentration.

But my hand shook

With unsteadiness,

And Thou didst bound from me,

And Thy Feet echoed;

“Without devotion

Thou art a poor, poor marksman!”

With firmness of devotion,

As I held the dart of meditation,

I heard Thy Divine Steps resound again:

“I am beyond thy mental dart –

I am beyond!”

At last, in despair,

I entered the cave of Celestial Love

And lo! Thou, the Divine Hart,

Camest willingly within.

Praecepta Lessons, Volume 3 (1938): Praeceptum #53


The gulf of Ages lay

Between Thee and me,

And widened

As the waters of my oblivion of Thee

Grew through the centuries.

I stand

By this rocky shore of matter,

Looking for Thy smooth Shores of Peace,

Beyond. My inner architects

Are building for me a bridge

Of my constant remembrance of Thee.

The girders of my strength of self-control

Are all being riveted together.

My dreams of Thee

Are gathering together

To make a rainbow-bridge of Self-Realization,

By which I shall soon reach

Unto Thee.

Praecepta Lessons, Volume 3 (1938): Praeceptum #56