My Flute

Extracts from Sri Chinmoy's poetry book - My Flute

THE ABSOLUTE

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.


APOCALYPSE

Within, without the cosmos wide I am;
In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.
A birthless, deathless Spirit that moves and is still
Ever abides within to hear my call.

I who create on earth my joys and doles
To fulfil my matchless quest in all my play,
I veil my face of truth with golden hues
And see the serpent-night and python-day.

A Consciousness-Bliss I feel in each breath;
I am the self-amorous child of the Sun.
At will I break and build my symbol sheath
And freely enjoy the world's unshadowed fun.


IMMORTALITY

I feel in all my limbs His boundless Grace;
Within my heart the Truth of life shines white.
The secret heights of God my soul now climbs;
No dole, no sombre pang, no death in my sight.

No mortal days and nights can shake my calm;
A Light above sustains my secret soul.
All doubts with grief are banished from my deeps.
My eyes of light perceive my cherished Goal.

Though in the world, I am above its woe;
I dwell in an ocean of supreme release.
My mind, a core of the One's unmeasured Thoughts;
The star-vast welkin hugs my Spirit's peace.

My eternal days are found in speeding time;
I play upon His Flute of rhapsody.
Impossible deeds no more impossible seem;
In birth-chains now shines Immortality.


THE SUPREME

Father, I have seen.
"No."
Father, I have known.
"No."
Father, I have felt.
"No."
Father, I have become.
"No."
Father, I Am.
"Yes."


BETWEEN NOTHINGNESS AND ETERNITY

Barren of events,
Rich in pretentions
My earthly life.

Obscurity
My real name.

Wholly unto myself
I exist.

I wrap no soul
In my embrace.

No mentor worthy
Of my calibre
Have I.

I am all alone
Between failure
And frustration.

I am the red thread
Between Nothingness
And Eternity.


HOPE

Thou art my Lord, my golden dream,
Thou art my life in death.
O bless me with Thy Hope supreme,
Lord of the Eternal Breath!

Ageless the vision of Thy Sun
For darkness have I sought.
I know the evils I should shun
And quickly bring to nought.

The earth is deaf and blind, my Lord;
Its true goal it defies.
It hears no voice, no Heavenly word
From those who seek the skies.

O yet I feel Thy kingly Grace
With my feeble mortality.
I shall win at last the noonward race,
Plunge in the Nectar-Sea.


GOD AND THE WORLD

The world and God:
How to harmonise?
Difficult? No.
No wide surprise.

Our Father is God;
The world, our Mother.
This living truth
Our protecting cover.

Father is the Face;
Mother, the Smile.
Without the one,
The other futile.

~ Sri Chinmoy