147. O my poor loneliness

O my poor loneliness,
You live in thought’s wilderness.
O my poor loneliness,
Your wings are clipped.

O my poor loneliness,
How long must you cherish
The cave of tenebrous night?

O my poor loneliness,
Why do you stay
With the lifeless body of destruction-night?

O my poor loneliness,
The tallest pavilion of Heaven,
The Golden Radiance of Eternity,
Are cancelling the fate of your death
And immortalising the transformed face of your life.

Sri Chinmoy, The Dance of Life, part 3.First published by Agni Press in 1973.

This is the 34th book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.


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