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Paul Valery has written:

Poetry is not music; still less is it speech. It is perhaps
this ambiguity that makes its delicacy. One might say that it is about to sing, rather than that it sings; and that it is about to speak, rather than that it speaks.[89]

 
One might add that Sri Chinmoy's poetry seems about to dance, to alight from the page, and about to burst forth in a visible brilliance of colour. Within the supple lyric form, with its fidelity to interior experience, the poet is able to traverse the range of man's spiritual emotions. Avoiding any parade of intellectual difficulty, he has created a medium that is fulsome in its power, yet lucid and transparent. Although the lyrics were conceived as distinct and independent, each takes its place in that eternal and epic journey of man towards the Absolute. For Sri Chinmoy this theme is the nexus of all progress and achievement, substance and essence, becoming and being:

Reality Unique! Thou art the ring
    Of the lowest chasm and spanless height.
    In Thee they feel their haven bright;
In Thee all beings move and wave and wing.[90]

In him, one feels, is an answer to Augustine's great question.