15. Visions of the emerald Beyond
No more am I the foolish customerOf a dry, sterile, intellectual breeze.
I shall buy only
The weaving visions of the emerald Beyond.
My heart-tapestry
Shall capture the Himalayan Smiles
Of my Pilot Supreme.
In the burial of my deceased mind,
In the revival of my climbing heart
Is the festival of my all-embracing life.
Sri Chinmoy, The caged bird and the uncaged bird, Agni Press, 1998
