126. When I blow the trumpet

When I blow the trumpet of the sky,

God smiles at me.

When I blow the trumpet of the earth,

God shakes hands with me.

When I blow the trumpet of ego-life,

God devours my pride.

When I blow the trumpet of God’s Silence,

God embraces my height.


From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 3, Agni Press, 1973
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