Do not foresee
A frightening future.
In an ever-enlightening present.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 51, Agni Press, 1984
O my body,
You are the home of the river of tears.
O my vital,
You are the song of heartless city.
O my mind,
You are the forest of tenebrous night.
O my heart,
You are the love of the World Lord.