Fear
Whom do I fear?
The Lord, the One?
Not true! I am
My Father's son.
What do I fear?
My ignorance vast-
The sleepless spear,
The eyeless dust.
Why do I fear?
Because my eyes
See not the smile
Of the golden skies.
And what is fear?
A tempting call
From the bondage-sphere
Of an airtight ball.
And where is fear?
It is everywhere,
Death's atmosphere,
Shameless and bare.
From “My Flute” by Sri Chinmoy
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