47. Revelation


No more my heart shall sob or grieve.

My days and nights dissolve in God's own Light.

Above the toil of life, my soul

Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.

I have known the One and His secret Play,

And passed beyond the sea of Ignorance-Dream.

In tune with Him, I sport and sing;

I own the golden Eye of the Supreme.

Drunk deep of Immortality,

I am the root and boughs of a teeming vast.

My Form I have known and realised.

The Supreme and I are one; all we outlast. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,My Flute, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1972
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