My silence, like an expanding sphere,
spreads everywhere.
My silence spreads like a radio song, above, beneath, left and right, within and without.
My silence spreads like a wildfire of bliss; the dark thickets of sorrow and the tall oaks of pride are all burning up.
My silence, like the ether, passes through everything, carrying the songs of the earth, atoms, and stars into the halls of His infinite mansion.

- Yogananda