55. I sing, I smileI sing because You sing,
I smile because You smile.
Because You play on the flute
I have become Your flute.
You play in the depths of my heart.
You are mine, I am Yours:
This is my sole identification.
In one Form
You are my Mother and Father eternal,
And Consciousness-moon, Consciousness-sun,
Sri Chinmoy, My Flute, Agni Press, 1972