Close up Paramhansa Yogananda at Niagara Falls
Poems

I Am King

Wisdom’s fire is burning. I am feeding the flame. No use sorrowing more. All perishable pleasures, all temporary aspirations, I am using as faggots to feed the Eternal fire of knowledge. The old cherished logs of desire, which I had saved to fashion furniture of pleasures, I also cast into the hungry flames. Ah, my ancient ambitions are crackling joyously … Read More