No mind, no form, I only exist:
Now ceased all will and thought.The final end of Nature’s dance,
I am It whom I have sought.A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate;
Beyond both knower and known:A rest immense I enjoy at last;
I face the One alone.I have crossed the secret ways of life,
I have become the Goal.The Truth immutable is revealed:
I am the way, the God-Soul.My spirit aware of all the heights,
I am mute in the core of the Sun.I barter nothing with time and deeds;
My cosmic play is done.```
MRP 105. From My Flute.↩
From:Sri Chinmoy,My Rose Petals, part 7, Agni Press, 1976
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