The flame of aspirationThe wings of my longings are undone,
All my desires are hushed.
The flame of aspiration shines—
Smiles now my heart abashed
To feel the Formless in Form divine,
To see nought save the One
That, neither male nor female, yet
Broods ever, our Parent-sun.
Sri Chinmoy, God’s Glance and God’s Grace, Agni Press, 2006