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 sell my teeming thoughts;
By me my trance is seen alone.
My heart shall never tremble or moan,
All-presence am I, in me no noughts.
Sri Chinmoy, God’s Glance and God’s Grace, Agni Press, 2006