Articles in the Paramhansa Yogananda Category
I am the immortal child of God, living for a little while in this mortal body.
I am here to behold the tragedies and the comedies of this changeable life with an attitude of unchangeable happiness.
I am a child of immortality sent here to play the drama of birth and death, remembering always my deathless Self.
I will wash the altar of my heart with tears of repentance, so that Christ Consciousness and the love for all races and all creatures may be resurrected within me.
I will lift up my soul from …
In wisdom’s chambers
Thou dost roam
May Thy presence and consciousness fill our hearts. May we realize that Thou art the only Reality.
Father, we do not want to offer a mechanical prayer to Thee, but we demand Thy presence, for Thou art our Father and we are Thy children. Teach us to pray with Thy love and to demand with Thy consciousness.
Make us realize that Thou art not hiding from us but that we are hiding from Thee. Make us realize that Thou art always just behind our hearts, silently listening to our prayers and thoughts.
All my powers are but borrowed powers from Thee.
No one is greater than Thee, O my Father.
We cease to live and express without Thy wisdom and strength.
Thou art so big; we are so little.
Teach us not to be proud.
Thou art the Guru Preceptor, teaching in the temple of all souls.
I bow to Thee at the feet of everyone.
I will conquer pride by humility, wrath by love, excitement by calmness.
I will feel honored when chastised for doing God’s work.
I will rejoice for any opportunity to give love when hated.
I will realize …
During dark nights of misfortune, I find it even sweeter, now, to offer Thee the flowers of my appreciation for being always there, protecting me.
O mighty, mystic Judge of Life, I asked Thee in my hall of soul-stillness: “What is sin?” Thy whispers of silence, dim at first, grew into bright articulations of thought; I heard and understood Thy meaning. “Sin is a rebel-king.”
The existence of life after death is the greatest mystery guarded by nature. No one is allowed, no matter how great a saint he might have been, to come back after death and tell the masses of people of the life-eternal.
Come to my aid, O Divine Friend! Give me the strength now to be ambitious only in my quest for Thee.
Bless me, that my sacred, wise thoughts, following this star of knowledge, lead me to the Christ in everything
Thy fragrance has quenched at last the perfume-thirst of my soul.
I shall strictly refuse to hear or read unkind discussions of others.
Those whose hearts are breaking with sadness and despair: dry their scalding teardrops with Thy invisible hand.