Vanished the veils of light and shade, Lifted every vapour of sorrow, Sailed away all dawns of fleeting joy, Gone the dim sensory mirage. Love, hate, health, disease, life, death :
Perished these false shadows on the screen of duality.
The storm of maya stilled
By magic wand of intuition deep.
Present, past ,future, no more for me,
But ever-present, all-flowing,..I..I, everywhere.
Planets, stars, stardust, earth,
Volcanic bursts of doomsday cataclysms,
Creation’s moulding furnace,
Glaciers of silent X rays, burning electron floods,
Thoughts of all men, past, present, to come,
Every blade of grass, myself, mankind,
Each particle of universal dust,
Anger, greed, good, bad, salvation, lust,
I swallowed, transmuted all
Into a vast ocean of blood of my own one Being.
Smouldering joy, oft-puffed by meditation
Blinding my tearful eyes,
Burst into immortal flames of bliss,
Consumed my tears, my frame, my all.
Thou art I, I am thou.
Knowing, Knower, known, as One.
Tranquilled, unbroken thrill, eternally, living, ever-new peace.
Enjoyable beyond imagination of expectancy, Samadhi Bliss!
Not an unconscious state
Or mental chloroform without willful return,
Samadhi but extends my conscious realm
Beyond limits of the mortal frame
To farthest boundary of eternity,
Where I, the Cosmic Sea,
Watch the little ego floating in Me.
From joy I come, for joy I live, in sacred joy I melt.
Oceans of mind, I drink all creation’s waves.
Four veils of solid, liquid, vapour, light,
Lift aright.
I, in everything, enter the Great Myself.
Gone forever, fitful, flickering shadows of mortal memory;
Spotless is my mental sky, below, ahead, ahead, and high above:
Eternity and I, one united ray.
A tiny bubble of laughter, I
Am become the Sea of Mirth Itself....
- The poem “ Samadhi ” which Sri Yogananda wrote to convey a
Glimpse of The Divine Glory.
