6. O Bird of Light
One thought, one tune, one resonance —Who calls me ever and anon?
I know not where I am.
I know not whither I shall go.
In dark amnesia
Myself I buy, myself I sell.
All I break, again all I build.
All I hope to be mine, mine alone.
Alas, my heart is eclipsed
By dark and wild destruction-night.
O Bird of Light, O Bird of Light,
With your glowing and flowing flames
Do enter into my heart once again.
You are calling me to climb up
And fly into the blue.
But how can I?
My heart is in prison
In the strangled breath of a tiny room.
O Bird of Light, O Bird of Light,
O Bird of Light Supreme,
In me, I pray, keep not an iota of gloom.
Sri Chinmoy, The caged bird and the uncaged bird, Agni Press, 1998