Look up!

 The road is dusty; the journey is long. Look up! Look up in the early morning when the sun comes peeping over the horizon, out of the shadows of the night. Look up in the noontide when the resting-spot is still afar in the distance. Look up when you see the evening star. Look up! There shines the City!

Cowman, Mrs. Charles E. . Springs in the Valley: 365 Daily Devotional Readings (p. 118). Zondervan. Kindle Edition. 

The dusty path, a pilgrim's weary tread,

Long is the journey, from the shadowed bed

Of ignorance. But Yogananda's voice,

A gentle thunder, bids the heart rejoice.

"Look up!" he whispers, as the dawn unfurls,

And golden Surya kisses sleeping worlds.

From night's illusion, where the senses cling,

His eyes, like stars, a brighter vision bring.

"Look up!" at noon, when striving feels the heat,

And earthly solace offers no retreat.

Though far the goal, the inner temple waits,

He guides us onward, through the closing gates

Of doubt and fear, with breath and chanted sound,

Where cosmic currents on the spirit bound.

"Look up!" when twilight paints the western sky,

And worldly clamor starts to fade and die.

Behold the evening star, a diamond bright,

Reflecting realms beyond the fading light.

"Look up!" for there, beyond the veil we see,

The City shines, of pure eternity.

Where Self unites with vastness, ever free,

The Kutastha's gleam, for all humanity.

He taught us gaze, beyond the fleeting show,

Where inner light begins and outward shadows go.

To find that City in the soul's deep core,

And walk that dusty road, desiring nothing more

Than union's bliss, the journey's sacred end,

Where Guru's grace and cosmic currents blend.