When I look up
Silence sweeps meLike a snow-white wave.
When I look forward
Hungry gloom-fires sweep meLike a red-hot wave.
When I look backward
I become oneWith oblivion-promise.
When I look within
I see the gameOf my aspiration-height
And God’s Compassion-light. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 6, Vishma Press, 1974
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