541. Adoration


I adored my Lord Supreme

With my fear-fever.

Furious he became.

He bolted His Golden Gate from inside

With all the power at His command.

I adored my Beloved Supreme

With my heart-flames.

Self-enamoured He became.

In a twinkling, sooner than at once,

He opened His Golden Gate wide;

He offered me His trance-bound emerald throne.

I adored my Eternal Friend

With my surrender-light.

Perfection-Infinity He immediately donned.

O Lord Supreme,

Your Forgiveness I implore.

O Beloved Supreme,

Your Love-sea I shall eternally treasure.

O Eternal Friend,

Your Heart’s ever-widening Magnanimity

Has made my life

The Voice of transcendental Silence. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 11, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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