By Swami Yogananda
Inner Culture, September 1934
Before the baby sky was born as the blue,
out of the dark breast of Eternity, who existed?
It was He who with His omnipresent brush
spread blue all over the ceiling of dark space.
Who was it who peopled the hall of space
with the family of planets?
Naught could breathe
without His first breath.
That is why:
The wind sighs after His sigh.
The rain falls after He weeps
for the parching throats of men
and the dry earthly clouds.
The sun shines when He warms
the flesh of living creatures.
I saw His skiey face wrinkled all over
with His smiling muscles of silver rays.
I love His children, the frolicsome wind,
the chattering liberal rain,
the vitalizing sun,
and the soothing moon,
after I have loved
He first asked my father, and mother,
and friends to love me, so I love
I breathe after He breathed through me;
I throb after He flowed life into me;
I think after He thought in me;
I reason because He put reason in me;
I will because He taught me how to use my will freely.
So the portals of my heart are open to
All my duties I can perform only after borrowing
the powers of action from God,
so my first duty is to love
The first thought of the morning,
the first love of my heart,
the first ambition of my Soul,
the first desire of all desires,
the first attraction of my feelings,
the first and foremost effort
of my reason and will is
If all my friends are taken away,
I shall remember that God is my foremost friend,
for He never leaves me, even when I ignore Him.
If dark death calls to free my caged Omnipresence
from it prison cell of flesh,
I shall not moan because I have to leave
my brother prisoners, or the prison furniture,
temporarily given to me to use.
I shall repent of my vagrant wanderings,
my prison-term due to intoxication of ignorance,
and joyfully think of my long-left home
of Omnipresence and my ever-welcoming
When I am free,
I shall ask my Father to help me,
so that I may help my other brothers
to free themselves.