The land of freedom
Is not around us,
Not before us,
But deep within us.
Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 47, Agni Press, 2007
I sing because You sing,
I smile because You smile.
Because You play on the flute
I have become Your flute.
You play in the depths of my heart.
You are mine, I am Yours:
This is my sole identification.
In one Form
You are my Mother and Father eternal,
And Consciousness moon, Consciousness sun,
All pervading.