I go to Thee, but I hear Thee not.
I smile at Thee without the loveThat is the root of thy creation vast.
Do lift my human mind aboveThe waves of eyeless reckless thought
That permit me not, alas, to seeAll-where thy golden Knowledge-Sun
Through white and rapt eternity. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
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