I Am A Thief
I am a thief; I steal every night.
Each theft of mine kindles a thrill
On the Supreme's all-fulfilling Eye.
What do I steal? His Grace, my meal.
Why do I steal? He compels me so.
Perhaps He finds no other way
To feed my Spirit's hunger stark
With the Nectar of His shadowless Ray.
From “My Flute” by Sri Chinmoy
© 1972 by Sri Chinmoy - All rights reserved
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