My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!
Thirty-five years agoI came from India — the Old World —
To America — the New World.Before I left,
I prayed to the soul of IndiaTo bless me.
The soul of India compassionatelyAnd tearfully
Fulfilled my desire.On my arrival here in America,
I prayed to the heart of AmericaTo embrace me.
The heart of America smilinglyAnd unreservedly embraced me.
My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!```
From:Sri Chinmoy,My Morning Soul-Body Prayers, part 4, Agni Press, 1999
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/mp_4