My life is transcending


From the blue of the sky

My soul began its descending flight.

In the black of my body

My life is sleeping and sleeping.

In the green of my vital

My life is struggling and struggling.

In the red of my mind

My life is searching and searching.

In the white of my heart

My life is becoming and becoming.

In the gold of my soul

My life is transcending and transcending. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Beyond Within — A collection of writings 1964-1974, Agni Press, 1975
Sourced from