To blot out the past


To blot out the past from my bosom's tablet firm

Ever I try in vain.

The past a burden to all my longings pure,

Silent is my Knowledge-main.

Its golden waves that bear the thrill unknown

I never see and feel.

I fight and fight with Dragon Night,

Long lost my Spirit's thrill. ```

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