29. O Bird of Light

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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.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,My Flute, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1972
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