Fear

```

Whom do I fear?

The Lord?

The One?

Not true.

I am

My Father's son.

What do I fear?

My ignorance vast —

The sleepless spear,

The eyeless dust.

Why do I fear?

Because my eyes

See not the Smile

Of the golden skies.

And what is fear?

A tempting call

From the bondage-sphere

Of an airtight ball.

And where is fear?

It is everywhere,

Death's atmosphere,

Shameless and bare. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 1, No.12, 27 July 1966, Boro Park Printers -- Brooklyn, N. Y, 1966
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