I did some work this morning, but I had the afternoon free. So Martine and I went to the Lake Shrine of the Self Realization Fellowship in Pacific Palisades. It was balm for my troubled mind, which was still frazzled with this morning’s tax problems. While there, I bought a copy of Metaphysical Meditations by the SRF founder and sage, Paramahansa Yogananda. There, I found this quote on page 44, which decided me to buy the book:
Good-bye blue house of heaven. Farewell, stars and celestial celebrities and your dramas on the screen of space. Good-bye, flowers with your traps of beauty and fragrance. You can hold me no longer. I am flying Home.
Adieu to the warm embrace of sunshine. Farewell, cool, soothing, comforting breeze. Good-bye, entertaining music of man.
I stayed long, reveling with all of you, dancing with my variously costumed thoughts, drinking the wine of my feelings and my mundane will. I have now forsaken the intoxications of delusion.
Good-bye, muscles, bones, and bodily motions. Farewell, breath. I cast thee away from my breast. Adieu, heartthrobs, emotions, thoughts, and memories. I am flying Home in a plane of silence. I go to feel my heartthrob in Him.
I soar in the plane of consciousness above, beneath, on the left, on the right, within and without, everywhere, to find that in every nook of my space-home I have always been in the sacred presence of my Father.