The building is the one I had seen years before in
my vision at Kashmir. I hastened to send Sri Yukteswar pictures of
these distant American activities. He replied with a postcard in
Bengali, which I here translate:
11th August, 1926
Child of my heart, O Yogananda!
Seeing the photos of your school and students, what joy comes in
my life I cannot express in words. I am melting in joy to see your
yoga students of different cities. Beholding your methods in chant
affirmations, healing vibrations, and divine healing prayers, I
cannot refrain from thanking you from my heart. Seeing the gate,
the winding hilly way upward, and the beautiful scenery spread out
beneath the Mount Washington Estates, I yearn to behold it all with
my own eyes.
Everything here is going on well. Through the grace of God, may
you ever be in bliss.
SRI YUKTESWAR GIRI
Years sped by. I lectured in every part of my new land, and
addressed hundreds of clubs, colleges, churches, and groups of
every denomination. Tens of thousands of Americans received yoga
initiation. To them all I dedicated a new book of prayer thoughts
in 1929-WHISPERS FROM ETERNITY, with a preface by Amelita Galli-Curci.
{FN37-6} I give here, from the book, a poem entitled "God! God!
God!", composed one night as I stood on a lecture platform:
From the depths 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 when worries howl at me,
I drown their clamor, loudly chanting:
God! God! God!
When my mind weaves dreams
With threads of memories,
Then on that magic cloth I find embossed:
God! God! God!
Every 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!
Sometimes-usually on the first of the month when the bills rolled
in for upkeep of the Mount Washington and other Self-Realization
Fellowship centers!-I thought longingly of the simple peace of
India.
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