Peace Runs through Me Like Rays

Mark Twain once said that “History never repeats itself, but it does often rhyme.” With war raging in Europe and our world seemingly on the brink of a third world war, many of us are praying in the same fervent rhythm as Yogananda:

“Lord, why do you permit such suffering?” 

In answer to his prayer about World War I, Yogananda received the following vision and words from the Divine Light:

Naturally, we wonder, “How do we awake from this nightmare and delusion?” Swami Kriyananda once said, “Meditation is the missing ingredient in most religious practices. Indeed, only when there is inner peace is it possible for peace to be manifested outwardly; only when there is harmony within is it possible for us to have it outwardly, with others.”

When we meditate, we begin to find “The peace of God, which passeth all understanding,” as the Bible says. Then we can share this most precious gift with the world. 

During this holy season, don’t forget to meditate on peace. You can try Yogananda’s prayer poem “Peace” from Metaphysical Meditations (below).

May “the wine of peace run perpetually through the winepress of all hearts.”

Peace & Blessings,

Nayaswami Narayan for Crystal Clarity Publishers

Peace by Paramhansa Yogananda

Peace flows through my heart, and blows through me as a zephyr. 

Peace fills me like a fragrance. Peace runs through me like rays. 

Peace stabs the heart of noise and worries. 

Peace burns through my disquietude.

Peace, like a globe of fire, expands and fills my omnipresence. 

Peace, like an ocean, rolls on in all space. Peace, like red blood, vitalizes the veins of my thoughts. 

Peace, like a boundless aureole, encircles my body of infinity. 

Peace flames blow through the pores of my flesh, and through all space. 

The perfume of peace flows over the gardens of blossoms. 

The wine of peace runs perpetually through the winepress of all hearts. 

Peace is the breath of stones, stars, and sages. 

Peace is the ambrosial wine of Spirit flowing from the cask of silence, 

Which I quaff with my countless mouths of atoms.