Onward, upward my heart proceeds.

I, the finite, perceive the One.

His soulful boundless Heart of Love

Awakes my bosom's inner Sun.

Impossible deeds of yore to-day

Have reached their lofty wonder-goals.

My heart is changed, my world is changed,

I love all souls and own all souls.

I inspire the world to forget its woe,

I long for its inner cry to increase,

The far no more remains afar;

Now fast approaches my mind's release.

From:Sri Chinmoy,My first friendship with the muse, Agni Press, 1973
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