My thirst

My 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, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1973