5. 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,Two thirsty eyes, Agni Press, 1998
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