11. A little

A little joy have I of ceaseless joy,
  A little day of timeless day.
Yet knows no bound this empty show of mine;
  I march along a goalless way.

O Love! A desert within me ever pines.
  Do turn it into a song of dawn.
I know not in what hour of evil night
  Thou art, my Lord, from me withdrawn.

Life now must reach Thy Breath of Bliss supreme,
  Make Thee the one and only Guide.
Thou art the Bridge between my death and birth;
  O let my longings in Thee abide.

Sri Chinmoy, My Flute.First published by Agni Press in 1972.

This is the 11th book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.

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