The year is ending. My desires are ending. My body’s bondage is ending. My life’s ignorance is ending.
Sri Chinmoy, Meditations: food for the soul, Aum Centre, New York, 1970
My last word You will hear.
With this hope
I still exist on earth.
Let me dance in Your Heart always,
In the nights of sorrow and in the days of joy.
I feel that the torture of happiness is more painful
Than the torture of sorrow,
For when I am in joy I forget You;
I hurt your heart.