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
O my Boat, O my Boatman,
O message of Transcendental Delight,
Carry me. My heart is thirsty and hungry,
And it is fast asleep at the same time.
Carry my heart to the other shore.
The dance of death I see all around.
The thunder of destruction indomitable I hear.
O my inner Pilot, You are mine,
You are the Ocean of Compassion infinite
In You I lose myself,
My all in You I lose.