My first friendship with the muse

My days and nights

My days and nights are fast asleep,

Long lost am I in their bosoms wide.

The gloom and pangs of unknown caverns

Within, without my heart abide.

My life-river is hushed in awe,

And all my acts in vain now end.

No mighty Soul to soothe my heart;

My sinking breath without a friend.

From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 8, No. 8, March 1973, AUM Centre Press, 1973
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