From the depth 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 worries howl at me,
I drown their noises, loudly chanting
God, God, God!
When my mind weaves dreams
With threads of memories,
Then on that magic cloth I do emboss;
God, God, God!
Every night, in time of deepest sleep,
My peaceful dreams call; 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!
- Paramahansa Yogananda
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