I am immortal
sent to a mortal school to learn and regain my immortality.
Though challenged by all the purifying fires of the earth,
I am the soul and cannot be destroyed.
Fire cannot burn me;
water cannot wet me;
breezes cannot wither me;
atoms cannot shatter me;
I am the immortal dreaming the lessons of immortality–
not to be crushed, but to be entertained.
Despite man’s vaunted advances in science and the healing arts, he cannot get away from the fact that in every department of life he is ultimately dependent on a Power higher than himself. In some respects, modern man enjoys a more secure existence than his ancestors; but still his days are fraught with terrible uncertainties. One never knows when accident or disease, financial failure or natural disaster will strike. Sooner or later, a time arrives in every person’s life when a connection with that Higher Power suddenly becomes of utmost urgency, bringing him to his knees, through painful desperation or worshipful devotion-the choice is his-in recognition that not a beat of the heart nor an inspiration of breath transpires without the supportive will of the Lord. That consciousness of total dependence on God is the power behind the dynamics of faith. Such reliance is not a submissive cowardice that paralyzes one’s own constructive will, but an act of consecrated deference to God through love for Him and veneration of His supremacy. – Second Coming of Christ – Discourse 34 page 621 by Paramahansa Yogananda
“The treasure of friendship is your richest possession, because it goes with you beyond this life. All the true friends you have made you will meet again in the home of the Father, for real love is never lost.”
Paramahansa Yogananda – The Divine Romance
I want you to know
one thing.You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
if each day,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
by Pablo Neruda
“You don’t have to act crazy anymore—
We all know you were good at that,
Now retire, my dear,
From all that hard work you do
Of bringing pain to your sweet eyes and heart.
Look in a clear mountain mirror
See the beautiful ancient warrior
And the divine elements
You always carry inside
That infused this universe with sacred life
So long ago”
I’ve always liked this old rhyme and painted this last night while listening to the debate.
You have the power to reach all your aspirations.
“Do not grieve over your present state, and do not worry. If you refuse to worry, and if you make the right effort, you will remain calm and you will surely find a way of reaching your goal.”
— Living Fearlessly by Paramahansa Yogananda