The seed
I am the seed and root and boughs,I am the aspiration-tree.
In me abides the deepest deep.
My goal I build; I am ever free.
My secret will absorbs my life,
My hidden treasure I share with earth.
Her sleepless pangs in me now breathe.
For her my freedom vast, my birth.
Sri Chinmoy, My First Friendship with the Muse, Agni Press, New York, 1973
