7. I am a thief

I am a thief; I steal every night.
Each theft of mine kindles a thrill
On the Supreme's all-fulfilling Eye.
What do I steal?
His Grace, my meal.

Why do I steal?
He compels me so.
Perhaps He finds no other way
To feed my Spirit's hunger stark
With the Nectar of His shadowless Ray.
Sri Chinmoy, My Flute, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1972