37. When I look
When I look upSilence sweeps me
Like a snow-white wave.
When I look forward
Hungry gloom-fires sweep me
Like a red-hot wave.
When I look backward
I become one
With oblivion-promise.
When I look within
I see the game
Of my aspiration-height
And God’s Compassion-light.
Sri Chinmoy, The Golden Boat, part 6, Vishma Press, 1974
