God! God! God!

God! God! God!

From the depth of slumber,

As I ascend the spiral stairway 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 din of activity my silent war cry

Is ever;

God, God, God!

When boisterous storms of trials shriek

And worries howl at me,

I drown their noises, loudly chanting

God, God, God!

When my mind weaves dreams

With threads of memories,

Then on that magic cloth I do emboss;

God, God, God!

Ever 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!

- Paramahansa Yogananda

Magic Sea

Magic Sea

You alone can make a sea

With eyes of blue, and measurelessly deep

With transparent heart --

'Tis you

All hidden with endless mystery.

With flying fish perching,

On Your silver hair of surf dancing,

Somber sea gulls resting

On Your rich watery tresses

As the sun bestows its kisses

And makes them shine,

O Goddess, blue Brine,

Intoxicating all votaries with Your wine,

Your ever blushing scenic face

Surging in all secret solace --

Who, who could make this blue-eyed maiden

But You alone, ah You?

Man may make a myriad things that be

A little while;

But You alone can make a MAGIC SEA.