By Nayaswami Narayan Romano
October 2, 2018
When was the last time you had an “Aha” moment? The other day I looked at a red rose and for a moment it revealed its beauty to me. As Paramhansa Yogananda said, “you love a rose because it’s a rose. As soon as you start to count its petals and analyze it, it loses its beauty.”
Through the grace of God there was a moment when I was not analyzing life and I was open in my heart to this red rose. What I noticed was quite simple. The pattern of the petals were a spiral. Before that moment I don’t think I was ever conscious of the spiral pattern of a rose’s petals. “Aha…”, I thought, “the spiral stairway of wakeful love for God is what the rose represents!” I saw in this rose what Yogananda described in his poem, “God, God, God” when he said:
From the depths of slumber,
As I ascend the spiral stairways of wakefulness,
I will whisper:
God! God! God!
We see spirals throughout nature (i.e. flowers, shells, pinecones, galaxies, hurricanes, pastries–those yummy spiral cakes, and even our DNA). Interestingly, the Golden Mean (also known as Divine Mean or Fibonacci sequence), the mathematical spiral pattern we see in a rose, ends in endlessness or infinity. Mother nature is trying to tell us something.
Yogis too tell us our spiritual “DNA” is a spiral energy called the kundalini that when awakened leads us to our home in infinity. In that moment the rose whispered to me a divine reminder of my own infinite spiral nature.
I realized why Yogananda read very few books. He read from the book of nature. And of the natural love of God in his own heart. He used to say, “If you read one hour, then write two hours, think three hours, and meditate all the time!’
Every day when Yogananda would visit his guru he would bring flowers. His life and that of all saints invites us through ever fresh inspiration to offer ourselves on the “spiral stairway of wakefulness” to Divine Mother. I’m reminded of a chant of Yogananda’s called “At Thy Feet”:
In secret in my soul
I will gather blossoms for Thee
Dipping them in devotion
I will lay them at Thy feet.
Our heart is a lotus flower. We don’t have to pick up flowers from the store! Simply raise the blossoms in our own heart up to the point between the eyebrows.
Read from the book of nature and she will teach you through the language of silent love. How about reading from the book of your own divine nature? It’s a page turner unto infinity!
With love & blessings,
P.S. Today as I write this it is Lahiri Mahasaya’s birthday. After writing this blog I came across this passage in my Autobiography of a Yogi calendar that corresponds perfectly with the flower of infinity theme. Unbeknownst to me this was a blog about Lahiri!
Quote from Autobiography of a Yogi:
[Swami Kebalananda said of Lahiri:]“An indescribable peace blossomed within me at the master’s glance. I was permeated with his fragrance, as though from a lotus of infinity. To be with him, even without exchanging a word for days, was experience which changed my entire being.”