When hostile forces attack you,
Have nothing to do with them.
Create a world of indifference
Within and around you.
Their own pride will compel them
To leave you.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 12, Agni Press, 1983
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.