A sea of Peace and Joy and Light
Beyond my reach I know.In me the storm-tossed weeping night
Finds room to rage and flow.I cry aloud, but all in vain;
I helpless, the earth unkind!What soul of might can share my pain?
Death-dart alone I find.A raft am I on the sea of Time,
My oars are washed away.How can I hope to reach the clime
Of God's eternal Day?But hark!
I hear Thy golden Flute,Its notes bring the Summit down.
Now safe am I, O absolute!Gone death, gone night's stark frown!
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Two thirsty eyes, Agni Press, 1998
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