Art from Nayaswami Clarita

๐ˆ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐š ๐‘๐š๐ข๐ง๐›๐จ๐ฐ-๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐’๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ-๐‘๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง

The gulf of ages lay between Thee and me, widening as the waters of my oblivion of Thee grew through centuries.

I stand on this rocky shore of matter, gazing out over the gulf, hoping to see, beyond, Thy smooth shores of peace. My inner thoughtโ€architects will build for me a bridge of constant remembrance of Thee. The strong, mental girders of selfโ€control, now, are being riveted together.

My dreams of Thee gather to make a rainbowโ€bridge of Selfโ€realization over which, very soon, I will reach Thy shore.

P. Yogananda – Whispers from Eternity

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