ANCIENT WHIRLING SONG OF BREATH

 

Paramahansa Yogananda ~ Pure Spirit

 

Everything is God.
This very room and the universe
are floating like a motion picture
on the screen of my consciousness....
I look at this room and I see nothing but pure Spirit,
pure Light, pure Joy...
The picture of my body and your bodies
and all things in this world
are only rays of light streaming out
of that one sacred Light.
As I see that Light I behold nothing anywhere but pure Spirit.

-Sri Sri Paramahansa Yogananda,
talking to disciples at SRF Asram,
Encinitas, California

 

 

Fred LaMotte ~ No chakras

 

When I laugh I have no chakras.
The sun is my heart.
When I cry the moon comes down
to caress my forehead,
but finds no lotus to kiss open.
Breathing the Beloved's scent
clears my natal chart
of every planet and sign.
The astrologer is bewildered.
All he sees in me
is an empty page full of light.
Don't give me any more
of your esoteric books.
Grace has made me too stupid
to understand.

A poem from The Nectar Of This Breath 

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