I may become tall like a palm tree
and by spiritual power become lighter than a molecule;
and what even if I attain such power as to become little like a dwarf?
What even if I can make myself delicate like a flower
and heavy like Himalayas as well?
What if I float over water, fly in the sky,
achieve mastery over fire and wind and conquer death also?
Although able to accomplish whatever I with in this world,
what purpose will be served thereby?
If my soul is not sanctified by the sacred love for earth,
let me admit it is certainly insignificant.
My spiritual power is nothing but an adoration,
burden and perhaps weapon of destruction
if not channelled into the service of the universe.
It is therefore that when resuming the pilgrimage for perfection,
I have sung in my first song,
O my sublime soul,
let each and every atom of thine be filled with the harmony of the universe,
with the harmony of love and service!
Let it be resounding with miseries of the miserable and happiness of the happy!
Let thy worship be always for the Lord
and His magnanimous monument-like universe.
- Shri Yogeshwarji