The reward of losing. I lost my anger. Joy, everlasting joy, came into my immediate possession. I lost my desire. The entire world has devotedly become mine. I lost my ignorance. Lo, my sweet Lord is proud of me.
Sri Chinmoy, Meditations: food for the soul, Aum Centre, New York, 1970
Soul stirring eyes of gold delight,
All where reigning supreme-
Our blind secrecy's dream
She seizes with Her all forgiving Sight.
Torn now asunder our ego's screen,
Under Her Smile of Grace
Blooms quick our surrender's face.
She paves the way to a life evergreen.