Offer only lovely things on my altars--
the bread of life, and jewels,
and feathers, and flowers.
Let the streams of life flow in peace.
Turn from violence.
Learn to think for a long time how to
change the world,
how to make it better to live in.
All the people in the world ought to
talk about it
and speak well of it always.
Then it will last forever,
and the flowers will bloom forever,
and I will come to you again.
I sing a hymn unuttered by any other voice...
To thee, O Spirit, I give no intellectual, premeditated,
and disciplined aria; only the untutored strains of my
heart. For Thee no hothouse flowers, watered by careful
emotions; only rare wild blossoms that grow spontaneously
on the highest tracts of my soul.
Paramhansa Yogananda (1893-1952)
Indian yogi and guru
From "Whispers From Eternity"