A tortuous streamA tortuous stream our only fate,
A sluggish evolution’s flow
We feel from morn to eve of our life.
Who says the One in us shall grow?
Covered we are with Nothingness,
The Ignorance breathes deep in our heart,
No hope of dawn in our Stupor-breast,
Before our heart-beat gleams death-dart.
We dwell upon the barren surface.
Alas, we never go within.
The Supreme’s Bliss remains unknown;
Around us sports a dreadful din.
Sri Chinmoy, AUM — Vol. 8, No. 8, March 1973, AUM Centre Press, 1973