We do not know
Why we spend our time
Mercilessly speaking ill of others
Rather than divinely examining our own lives.
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.