Heaven Is Afraid of Me

Heaven is afraid of me.

What can I do?

I fly beyond its glee,

Piercing the Blue.

Earth is afraid of me.

What can I do?

I fell its Ignorance-tree

To plant the True.

Hell is afraid of me.

What can I do?

My compassion frees its pangs

From the racking screw.

My soul is afraid of me.

What can I do?

My body’s Eternity

I needs must hue.


From:Sri Chinmoy,Chandelier, part 1, 1980
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