November 2


I sing a hymn unuttered by any other voice....To Thee, O Spirit, I give no intellectual, premeditated, and disciplined aria; only the untutored strains of my heart. For Thee no hothouse flowers, watered by careful emotions; only rare wild blossoms that grow spontaneously on the highest tracts of my soul.

-- Paramahansa Yogananda, Whispers from Eternity