"Clad in the hunter's green of selfish desires, I pursued Thee in the forest of consciousness, O Divine Heart! The sound of my loud prayers startled Thee; Thou didst swiftly flee. I raced after Thee; but my erratic chase, the hue and cry of restlessness caused Thee to retreat still farther. Stealthily I crept toward Thee with my spear of concentration, but my aim was unsteady. As Thou didst bound away I heard in secret echoes of Thy footfalls: 'Without devotion thou art a poor, poor marksman!"
Whispers from Eternity, Page 90, Paragraphs 3-4, (Hinduism, Kriya Yoga, Words of Paramahansa Yogananda)
Whispers from Eternity, Page 90, Paragraphs 3-4, (Hinduism, Kriya Yoga, Words of Paramahansa Yogananda)
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