Poetry about Fate


Not to think of God
Is my tragic fate.
Not to pray to God
Is my hostile fate.
Not to meditate on God
Is my unthinkable fate.
Not to love God
Is my unforgivable fate.
But to become eventually another God
Is my inexorable fate.



Human fate,
I am afraid of you.
Divine fate,
I am fond of you.

Human fate,
You remind me
Of the things I cannot do,
Which are far beyond my capacity.

Divine fate,
You tell me
That nothing is beyond my capacity,
Absolutely nothing,
For I am of God-Height
For God-Depth.

– By: Sri Chinmoy