What can I do

Heaven is afraid of me.
What can I do?
I fly beyond its glee,
Piercing the Blue.

Earth is afraid of me.
What can I do?
I fell its Ignorance-Tree
To plant the true.

Hell is afraid of me.
What can I do?
My compassion frees its pangs
From the racking screw.

My soul is afraid of me.
What can I do?
Body's eternity
I needs must hue.
Sri Chinmoy, AUM — Vol. 1, No. 2, 27 September 1965, Boro Park Printers -- Brooklyn, N. Y, 1965