31. THE GOLDEN FLUTE

A Sea of peace and joy and light

Beyond my reach I know.

In me the storm-tossed weeping night

Finds room to rage and flow.


I cry aloud, but all in vain —

I helpless, the earth unkind!

What soul of might can share my pain?

Death-dart alone I find.


A raft am I on the sea of Time,

My oars are washed away.

How can I hope to reach the Clime

Of God’s eternal Day?


But hark!

I hear thy golden Flute,

Its notes bring the Summit down.

Now safe am I, O Absolute!

Gone death!

gone night’s stark frown!


From:Sri Chinmoy,Flame Waves, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, 1955
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