My thirstMy thirst for Joy supreme
Appeased, and now remain I mute.
My Lord, my Lord Supreme,
My dreams now play with Thy Golden Flute.
I drink with Thee Thy Bliss;
Thy Will, Thy Vision-Sun are mine.
To lift the earth-bound life
Into the skies, my vow divine.
Sri Chinmoy, My first friendship with the muse, Agni Press, 1973