The Divine Romance

Every night when you sit to meditate, pray to God unceasingly.

 

Tear the silence with your longing.

 

Cry to God as you would cry to your mother or to your father:

 

"Where are You?

You made me;

You gave me intelligence to seek You.

You are in the flowers, in the moon, and in the stars;

must You remain hidden?

Come to me.

You must!

You must!"

 

With all the concentration of your mind, with all the love of your heart, tear at the veils of silence again and again.

 

As constant churning brings butter out of milk, churn the ether with the ladle of your devotion and it shall produce God.

 

~ Paramahansa Yogananda, from his book, The Divine Romance

 


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