The Seed

I am the seed and root and boughs,
I am the aspiration-tree.
In me abides the deepest deep.
My goal I build; I am ever free.

My secret will absorbs my life,
My hidden treasure I share with earth.
Her sleepless pangs in me now breathe.
For her my freedom vast, my birth.

by Sri Chinmoy

Excerpt from My First Friendship With The Muse