Leave me alone, leave me alone.
I need my rest in my soaring nest.My bleeding heart for God's bending Ears.
His Heart my host, His Soul my guest.Leave me alone, my play is done.
O world, no more shall I stab your pride.Your lessons wild are harrows of death
I shall unlearn — in God to hide.Leave me alone, leave me alone.
I have now seen my goal's highest Soul.In the glow and flow of Silence-Sea
My life of cries has found its role. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,My Flute, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1972
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