Sri Chinmoy Ghose

(27 August 1931 – 11 October 2007 / Shakpura, Chittagong / Bangladesh (British Era))

Apocalypse - Poem by Sri Chinmoy Ghose

Within, without the cosmos wide am I;
In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.
A birthless deathless Spirit that moves and is still
Ever abides within to hear my call.

I who create on earth my joys and doles
To fulfil my matchless quest in all my play,
I veil my face of truth with golden hues
And see the serpent night and python day.

A Consciousness Bliss I feel in each breath;
I am the self amorous child of the Sun.
At will I break and build my symbol sheath
And freely enjoy the world's unshadowed fun.

[From 'My Flute']


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 27, 2012



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