I fear

I fear to speak, I fear to speak.

My tongue is killed, my heart is weak.


I fear to think, I fear to think.

My mind is wild, and apt to sink.


I fear to see, I fear to see.

I eat the fruits of Ignorance-tree.


I fear to love, I fear to love.

A train of doubts around, above.


I fear to be, I fear to be.

Long dead my life of faith in me.


From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 4, No.12, 27 July 1969, AUM Centre Press, 1969
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