Paramhansa Yogananda Standing

Leaving Thy Vow

Blossoms come and seasons change,
They all speak of Thee.
The moon slightly shows Thy smile,
The sun holds Thy lamp of life.
When wilt Thou talk to Me,
Leaving Thy vow of silence?
Wake! Wake! from Thy sleep
Speak to me now, O Lord.
I have been swimming for Thee
In the sea of my tears.
In the arteries of leaves
I see Thy blood flowing,
In every thought of mine
Thy heart is beating loud.
Throw away the shroud of Nature,
Wake from Thy sleep, O Lord.

— September 1937