No more my heart shall sob or grieve.
My days and nights dissolve in God's own Light.
Above the toil of life my soul
Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.

I have known the One and His secret Play;
And passed beyond the sea of Ignorance-dream.
In tune with Him, I sport and sing,
I own the golden Eye of the Supreme.

Drunk deep of Immortality,
I am the root and boughs of a teeming vast.
My Form I have known and realised,
The Supreme and I are one — all we outlast.

Sri Chinmoy, AUM — Vol. 3, No. 3,4, Oct. — Nov. 27, 1967.First published by Boro Park Printers -- Brooklyn, N. Y. in 1967.

This is the 9023rd book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.


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