411. BLOW, LORD, BLOW
Blow, Lord, blowIf you see, Lord, the flame
Of aspiration-cry.
O Lord, I’ve tried and tried
But my desire-friend
Allows me not to claim You
As my own, very own.
My desire-friends make me feel
You are my Lord and not my Friend.
O my Lord Supreme, grant that I may feel You
As my old Friend,
My own reality’s only Friend.
Sri Chinmoy, A Soulful Cry Versus a Fruitful Smile, Agni Press, 1977
