Barren of events,
Rich in pretensions
My earthly life.
Obscurity
My real name.
Wholly unto myself
I exist.
I wrap no soul
In my embrace.
No mentor worthy
Of my calibre
Have I.
I am all alone
Between failure
And frustration.
I am the red thread
Between
Nothingness
And Eternity.
[Excerpt from “My Flute”]
It's likely that only a true seeker or an awakened person will appreciate this poem's beauty for what it is. I was a seeker and follower of Sri Chinmoy, and this poem finds a home in my heart.
It's likely that only a true seeker or an awakened person will appreciate this poem's beauty for what it is. I was a seeker and follower of Sri Chinmoy, and this poem has a home in my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem has found a home in my heart.