3. My inner and outer eyes
My inner eyeIs callous.
It does not care
For the ignorance of my outer life.
My outer eyes
Are treacherous.
They told me they would
Take me to God-Light.
Alas, they have brought me
To death-night, instead.
Sri Chinmoy, Yesterday I Was a Crying Dream, Agni Press, New York, 1975
