Goodbye, blue house of heaven. Farewell, stars
and celestial celebrities and your dramas on the
screen of space. Goodbye, flowers with your traps
of beauty and fragrance. You can hold me no
longer. I am flying home.

Adieu to the warm embrace of sunshine.
Farewell, cool soothing comforting breeze.
Goodbye, entertaining music of man.

I stayed long reveling with all of you, dancing
with my variously costumed thoughts, drinking
the wine of my feelings and my mundane will.
I have now forsaken the intoxications of delusion.

Goodbye, muscles, bones, and bodily motions.
Farewell, breath. I cast thee away from my
breast. Adieu, heart throbs, emotions, thoughts,
and memories. I am flying home in the plane of
silence. I go to feel my heart throb in Him.

I soar in the plane of consciousness above,
beneath, on the left, on the right, within and
without, everywhere, to find that in every nook
of my space-home I have always been in the
sacred presence of my Father.

From Metaphysical Meditations, by Paramhansa Yogananda, 1932 edition

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