5. The golden FluteA 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?
I hear Thy golden Flute,
Its notes bring the Summit down.
Now safe am I, O absolute!
Gone death, gone night's stark frown!
Sri Chinmoy, Two thirsty eyes, Agni Press, 1998