A soulful heart
Has discovered a supreme truth:
To meditate on God
Is a privilege
And not a duty.
Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981
Sailing the boat of silver light,
The moon-beauty is fast approaching me.
The sky is vibrating with sweet and melodious songs.
The birds are flying beyond the horizon
To an unknown land.
All my hopes are flying without any destination.
Slowly my life's evening sets in.