31. THE GOLDEN FLUTE

A Sea of peace and joy and light
Beyond my reach I know.
In me the storm-tossed weeping night
Finds room to rage and flow.

I cry aloud, but all in vain —
I helpless, the earth unkind!
What soul of might can share my pain?
Death-dart alone I find.

A raft am I on the sea of Time,
My oars are washed away.
How can I hope to reach the Clime
Of God’s eternal Day?

But hark!
I hear thy golden Flute,
Its notes bring the Summit down.
Now safe am I, O Absolute!
Gone death!
gone night’s stark frown!
Sri Chinmoy, Flame Waves, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, 1955