27.
My Lord,Every day I send my pure heart
In search of You.
With such eagerness
My heart runs here and there
To catch a glimpse of You
And prostrate before You
With such humble petition.
Alas,
Every day it comes back to me
With utterly fruitless failure-pangs.
Sri Chinmoy, Volcano-agonies of the seekers, Agni Press, 1995
