When I thought I was the doer
Of all my deeds,
I turned to mist.
I became the emperor of giant failures.
My soul came to the fore,
Consoled my visionless ignorance.
God made His Appearance supreme.
“You fool, be not wedded to impossibility’s
I waste not a leaf.
I butchered your ignorance wild for you
My Transcendental Throne.”
Copyright © Sri Chinmoy 1975