Written by Paramahansa Yogananda shortly after the passing of his guru.
The Lion Is Dead
To my Guru, Swami Sri Yukteswar Giri
“Teach me Thyself, O Lord, or through a guru sent by Thee,”
In response, I found a lion, growling with wisdom rare-
To try to tame him, I did never wish nor dare.
Myrrh of devotion I poured from the cup of my heart;
He took (but in wordless love ne’er did thank me) from the start.
In his den of independence he remained,
Caring naught for the world – neither its riches nor acclaim.
He spoke forth truth with an extreme unstudied nonchalance,
Heeding not judgmental consequence.
But never again shall his voice speak to human ear;
His mortal lips are silent fore’er.
Empty now the familiar lair of flesh;
The astral lion has leapt into eternal omnipresent space
To dwell in his den eternal-
This earth, for him, too small a place!