To blot out the past
To blot out the past from my bosom's tablet firmEver I try in vain.
The past a burden to all my longings pure,
Silent is my Knowledge-main.
Its golden waves that bear the thrill unknown
I never see and feel.
I fight and fight with Dragon Night,
Long lost my Spirit's thrill.
Sri Chinmoy, My first friendship with the Muse, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1973
