4. Tears

O clever tears
Of my eyes,
    Stop descending.

O secret tears
Of my heart,
    Start ascending.
God is awaiting your great arrival.

O sacred tears
Of my soul,
    I love you;
    I love you only.

Not because you have the world-treasure,
Not because you are the world-treasure,
But because you have chosen me
    As your very own.
Sri Chinmoy, The Golden Boat, part 2, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York., 1974