I Butchered Your Ignorance Poem by Sri Chinmoy Ghose

When I thought I was the doer
Of all my deeds,
I turned to mist.
I died.
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
lifeless beauty.
I waste not a leaf.
I butchered your ignorance wild for you
To equal
My Transcendental Throne.'

[Excerpt from “The Dance of Life Part 1”]