My life welcomesTo be a good altruist is not my aim.
Thy high decree is my only choice august.
All things shall run to waste; but not Thy Grace
That runs through all our limbs of eyeless dust.
Thy Grace descends; my heart is freedom's bliss,
Never to play with the black and binding clay.
No death can bind my climbing faith divine;
My life welcomes the pride of Eternal Day.
Sri Chinmoy, My first friendship with the muse, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New YOrk, 1973