Try to belong to your heart.
Perfection-flood will be all yours.
Try to belong to your soul.
Satisfaction-ocean will be all yours.
Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 37, Agni Press, 1982
You are beautiful, O Being Absolute,
I am Your slave.
In Your Victory is my victory,
My endless rapture.
My heart has suffered infinite pangs to know You.
Therefore I hurl the arrows of my sulk venom
at Your Heart.
Freed from errors, thought abolished,
No desire have I now.
O Beauty Transcendental,
I am the slave of Your Nectar Compassion.