38. Leave me aloneLeave me alone, leave me alone.
I need my rest in my soaring nest.
My bleeding heart for God's bending Ears.
His Heart my host, His Soul my guest.
Leave me alone, my play is done.
O world, no more shall I stab your pride.
Your lessons wild are harrows of death
I shall unlearn — in God to hide.
Leave me alone, leave me alone.
I have now seen my goal's highest Soul.
In the glow and flow of Silence-Sea
My life of cries has found its role.
Sri Chinmoy, My Flute, Agni Press, 1972