My thirst

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My thirst for Joy supreme

Appeased, and now remain I mute.

My Lord, my Lord Supreme,

My dreams now play with Thy Golden Flute.

I drink with Thee Thy Bliss;

Thy Will, Thy Vision-Sun are mine.

To lift the earth-bound life

Into the skies, my vow divine. ```

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