Articles in the Paramhansa Yogananda Category
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.