—By Swami Yogananda
The great reformer Luther thou art
Of living plants and flowers
(Of all moods ...the tender ones,
The stubborn growing ones,
Or the cactus rude).
Thy peaceful ways
The cruel cactus took
And its armored thorns forsook
And learned to sacrifice its meat
For all to eat.
Eight score years
The hard-shelled stubborn walnut tree
Took to fully grow—
Thy care did soften its shell
And taught it seven score years to throw.
The flower-smile on thy face
Tells thou art nurtured
On Nature's green breast
Bedecked with petals' lace.
Soul met soul so free
And I saw thee...
A God-grown mental lotus-flower
Just opening tender
Not only to cast
The beauty rays of thy plant knowledge
And its supreme ways to your fellow man,
But also gently turning
To the Mighty Invisible Sun
That lights little plants,
Distant stars, the bursting bubble,
Thee and me and man.
Thou didst not ask, "Who thou art?"
But understood my speaking heart,
Our souls touched —and we saw
We had but one goal, one task, one law,
To break the walls of dogma dark.
On the ocean's surface is diversity
Beneath —lies all the waves in One Unity.
We both dived deep—
Thou thru living waves of plants
And I thru waves of human minds.
We found we met beneath
(As all deep-divers do
...On a vast expanse of Unity)
In this great Truth-Sea.
Thou dost dread ...ism and dogmas.
So do I
... All man-made false enigmas.
We outcasts know
But one bright Truth-made Path of Light.
God didst make thee and all ...in His image,
Certes thou hast broken the dogmas of age
By creating new fruits, new plants,
And shown the world in wonder
The Creator's child
Too a creator.
We go not in
That's why we say
"He's far away, Oh far away".
He dost not hide from us
But we from Him.
—Within let's go.
Lo! He's there ...always.
Oh Santa Rosa
Blest thou art
To have blown the perfume
Of thy one great flower
For distant people of the earth
To enjoy its shower of scent so sweet.
If Nature makes some imperfect plant,
Burbank by his magic wand
Its invading germs disbands
Or creates new kinds with new coats,
Quickened in age and color—
There's a suggestion for you, dear world,
That his life imparts—
If weak, afflicted, or error-fixed thou art
(If thy reason starts in the direction right
To become all free)
Be what thy soul wishes and works to be.
The ages shall not fade,
In the soil of memories ...ever-fresh
It shall live endless decades.
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