Poem by Master:
I obey Thee in the Temple of Discipline.
I love Thee in the Temple of Devotion.
I worship Thee in the Temple of Love.
I touch Thy feet in the Temple of Stillness.
I behold Thy eyes in the Temple of Delight.
I feel Thee in the Temple of Emotion.
I fight for Thee in the Temple of Meditation.
I enjoy Thee in the Temple of Peace.
Peace flows through my heart,
And blows through me like a zephyr.
Peace fills me like a fragrance.
Peace runs through me like rays.
Peace burns through my disquietude.
Peace, like a golden fire, expands
And fills my omnipresence.
Peace, like an ocean, rolls in all space.
Peace, like red blood, vitalizes the veins
of my thoughts.
Peace, like a boundless aureole,
Encircles my body of Infinity.
Peace flames blow through the pores of my flesh.
And through all space.
Peace perfume flows over the garden of blossoms.
Peace wine runs perpetually through the winepress
Of all hearts.
Peace is the breath of stones, stars and sages.
Peace is the ambrosial wine of Spirit
Flowing from the cask of Silence,
Which I quaff with my countless mouths of atoms.
– Paramhansa Yogananda, 1933