Slowly Nolini petal on petal grows
At the Feet of his Master Divine.On him the Fount of moon-gold Vision flows;
Through aeons its splendours shall shine.He spreads in hush the Mother's nectar Light.
In secret through the daysHe bears the tears and smiles of our yearning's flight
To the Mother's earth-humble Grace.With the crescent souls a child of lucid thrill —
They barter with his heart their bliss.He lulls to sleep his mind's volcano-will
In his eyes' unchanging peace.Expunged is Ignorance-dream from his Ideal vast.
Through the pen he bares his Soul.He reaps the golden fruit of his tireless past;
Now within grasp his Goal! ```From:Sri Chinmoy,A service-flame and a service-sun, Agni Press, 1974
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