O Sun unplumbed! O Father, Comrade sweet!
Thy sweetness vast now tortures me, my heart.
My heart’s glowing gates no more invite
The teeming doubts and brooding fears of earth.

The truth of Joy within, without me flies.
The Voice that speaks within the core of the Sun
Shall love and fulfil my secret and sacred choice.
In Matter’s body dawns the Spirit’s Height.

 By: Sri Chinmoy

From: My First Friendship with the Muse