The golden Flute

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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! ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 8, No.10, May 1973, AUM Centre Press, 1973
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