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