My longings

My longings make me poor and weak,
  They hear not my secret will.
Ever they hate my quest supreme,
  Away they take my thrill.

A day shall come I know it well,
  When all desires of mine
Will seek Thy Grace and Thee alone.
  I then in Thee shall shine.

I will be above the fruits of deeds.
  Thy blue Compassion-Eye
Will guide my heart and soul, my all.
  In Thee my past shall die.

Sri Chinmoy, AUM — Vol. 8, No. 7, February 1973.First published by AUM Centre Press in 1973.

This is the 9075th book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.


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