Destruction's rod
O north, O south!O east, O west!
I have no cry,
I have no nest.
O ceaseless fall,
An unfed hope,
A fearful sigh,
A tightened rope.
A living hush,
My imagined God,
Without, within,
Destruction’s rod.
Sri Chinmoy, God’s Glance and God’s Grace, Agni Press, 2006