87. The golden Flute

A sea of Peace and Joy and Light
  Beyond my reach I know.
In me the storm-tossed weeping night
  Finds room to rage and flow.

I cry aloud, but all in vain;
  I helpless, the earth unkind
What soul of might can share my pain?
  Death-dart alone I find.

A raft am I on the sea of Time,
  My oars are washed away.
How can I hope to reach the clime
  Of God's eternal Day?

But hark! I hear Thy golden Flute,
  Its notes bring the Summit down.
Now safe am I, O Absolute!
  Gone death, gone night's stark frown!

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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