I need the eye


My heart shall be as pure as Aurora's tears.

My wild vital must change its volcano-choice.

To hound my golden thoughts my vital horse

In vain endeavours; in me His Ecstasy-Voice.

I try, I cry, I sigh, but all in vain.

O Lord of my bleeding heart, I need the Eye

That sees the lives of the Present, Future, Past.

O doubt, aside you stay from my mission's sky! ```

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