473. My sweet Father-Lord

My sweet Father-Lord,
I forgot the taste of tears
When I slept inside Your Heart.

My sweet Father-Lord,
I forgot the taste of fears
When I sat at Your Feet.

My sweet Father-Lord,
I forgot the taste of doubts
When I drank the beauty of Your Eyes.
Sri Chinmoy, Europe-Blossoms, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974