All-presence am I

Although I dwell in poverty,
Matchless all joy of mine remains.
Upon my heart His Bounty rains
From His flame-white Eternity.

To none I show my teeming thoughts,
My trance is seen by me alone.
My heart shall never tremble or moan;
All-presence am I, in me no noughts.
Sri Chinmoy, My first friendship with the Muse, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1973