535. Music

When I play music
I know for sure someone is there
To listen to my music.
No matter what music I play,
Whether Heavenly or earthly,
Sublime or deadly,
There is someone to listen to my music.
There is God.

When God plays His Cosmic Music
Day in and day out from time immemorial,
I enjoy and fulfil
The strongest adamantine demands
Of my inconscience-deep.
I sleep and snore and snore and sleep,
Nadir of universal futility.
Sri Chinmoy, The Wings of Light, part 11, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974