A tortuous stream


A tortuous stream our only fate,

A sluggish evolution's flow

We feel from morn to eve of our life.

Who says the One in us shall grow?

Covered we are with Nothingness;

The ignorance breathes deep in our heart.

No hope of dawn in our stupor-breast;

Before our heart-beat gleams death-dart.

We dwell upon the barren surface;

Alas, we never go within.

The Supreme's Bliss remains unknown;

Around us sports a dreadful din. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,My first friendship with the muse, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1973
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