God gave you the mind
To transcend itself
And not to engage in
A completely complicated analysis.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 43, Agni Press, 1984
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.