47. Revelation

No more my heart shall sob or grieve.
My days and nights dissolve in God's own Light.
    Above the toil of life, my soul
Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.

    I have known the One and His secret Play,
And passed beyond the sea of Ignorance-Dream.
    In tune with Him, I sport and sing;
I own the golden Eye of the Supreme.

    Drunk deep of Immortality,
I am the root and boughs of a teeming vast.
    My Form I have known and realised.
The Supreme and I are one; all we outlast.
Sri Chinmoy, My Flute, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1972