It matters not
How much we know
About God.
It matters only
How much we have given
To God.
Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 13, Agni Press, 1999
Barren of events,
Rich in pretensions
My earthly life.
Obscurity
My real name.
Wholly unto myself
I exist.
I wrap no soul
In my embrace.
No mentor worthy
Of my calibre
Have I.
I am all alone
Between failure
And frustration.
I am the red thread
Between
Nothingness
And Eternity.