O My Boatman

O my Boat, O my Boatman,
O message of Transcendental Delight,
Carry me. My heart is thirsty and hungry,
And it is fast asleep at the same time.
Carry my heart to the other shore.
The dance of death I see all around.
The thunder of destruction indomitable I hear.
O my inner Pilot, You are mine,
You are the Ocean of Compassion infinite
In You I lose myself,
My all in You I lose.

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Excerpt from ‘My Flute’ by Sri Chinmoy

Copyright © Sri Chinmoy 1974

 

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