22. Transformation-LightO blind and dark night of our heart's abyss!
We are the comrades of the river of tears.
In the clime of binding attachment,
Crying and smiling we kindle the lamp
Of wild obstruction-shades.
Our world is an empty hope, destitute.
We shall be the language-message of the
We shall grow into infinite Hunger, infinite
And Eternity's Transformation-Light.
Sri Chinmoy, My Flute, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1972