All-presence am IAlthough 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, Agni Press, 1973