Two Thirsty Eyes

RAINBOW DREAM

To devour the Dust-Gold-Feet
Of my Lord Supreme
Every morn my heart becomes
A rainbow-dream.


TELL ME

Tell me, my Lord Supreme,
Tell me,
Is my heart every day
Nearing Thee.


THE GOLDEN FLUTE

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!


I SEE THY GOLDEN WINGS

I see Thy golden Wings
That shelter all our souls.
I see Thy Lustre-Heart
That feeds our earthly roles.


REVELATION

No more my heart shall sob or grieve.
My days and nights dissolve in God's own Light.
Above the toil of life my soul
Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.

I have known the One and His secret Play,
And passed beyond the sea of ignorance-dream.
In tune with Him, I sport and sing;
I own the golden Eye of the Supreme.

Drunk deep of Immortality,
I am the root and boughs of a teeming vast.
My Form I have known and realised.
The Supreme and I are one; all we outlast.


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!

Age-long 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 denies.
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.


PRECIOUS

Precious beyond measure is God's Will,
None can undo its Power.
Precious beyond measure are man's tears,
They alone can hug God's Hour.

Precious beyond measure is man's love,
Unveiling his golden face.
Precious beyond measure is God's Gift:
His all-fulfilling Grace.


A LITTLE

A little joy have I of ceaseless joy,
A little day of timeless day.
Yet knows no bound this empty show of mine;
I march along a goalless way.

O Love! A desert within me ever pines.
Do turn it into a song of dawn.
I know not in what hour of evil night
Thou art, my Lord, from me withdrawn.

Life now must reach Thy Breath of Bliss supreme,
Make Thee the one and only Guide.
Thou art the Bridge between my death and birth;
O let my longings in Thee abide.


UNTIL YOU CLAIM ME

My Beloved sweet,
Until You claim me Your own,
My heart shall sob,
My breath and I shall moan.


MY LORD IN SILENCE

My Lord in silence hears
My helpless cry.
My Lord in silence helps
My vision fly.

My Lord in silence kills
My human pride.
My Lord in silence gives
My heart a ride.

~ Sri Chinmoy