Do not think
Of your own incapacity-tears.
Think only
Of real satisfaction-cheers.
Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 13, Agni Press, 1999
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.