My Flute
In this collection of poetry, Sri Chinmoy conveys the whole spectrum of spiritual emotions ranging from the doubts and fears of the wavering pilgrim to the ecstatic realisation of the illumined Master. Included amongst the 92 poems are: "The Absolute", "Apocalypse", "Immortality", "Struggle's Gloom", "Between Nothingness and Eternity", "O Bird of Light", "Revelation", "My Sky and My Soul", and "The Golden Flute".
Series: Aum Classics
Paperback: 120 pages
Publisher: Aum Publications (August 1998)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0884972275
ISBN-13: 978-0884972273
In this collection of poetry, Sri Chinmoy conveys the whole spectrum of spiritual emotions ranging from the doubts and fears of the wavering pilgrim to the ecstatic realisation of the illumined Master. Included amongst the 92 poems are: "The Absolute", "Apocalypse", "Immortality", "Struggle's Gloom", "Between Nothingness and Eternity", "O Bird of Light", "Revelation", "My Sky and My Soul", and "The Golden Flute".
Series: Aum Classics
Paperback: 120 pages
Publisher: Aum Publications (August 1998)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0884972275
ISBN-13: 978-0884972273
In this collection of poetry, Sri Chinmoy conveys the whole spectrum of spiritual emotions ranging from the doubts and fears of the wavering pilgrim to the ecstatic realisation of the illumined Master. Included amongst the 92 poems are: "The Absolute", "Apocalypse", "Immortality", "Struggle's Gloom", "Between Nothingness and Eternity", "O Bird of Light", "Revelation", "My Sky and My Soul", and "The Golden Flute".
Series: Aum Classics
Paperback: 120 pages
Publisher: Aum Publications (August 1998)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0884972275
ISBN-13: 978-0884972273
Excerpt:
“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!”
