The Golden Flute

A sea of Peace and Joy and Light
   Beyond my reach I know.
In me the storm-tossed weeping night
   Finds room to rage and flow.

I cry aloud, but all in vain;
   I helpless, the earth unkind
What soul of might can share my pain?
   Death-dart alone I find.

A raft am I on the sea of Time,
   My oars are washed away.
How can I hope to reach the clime
   Of God’s eternal Day?

But hark! I hear Thy golden Flute,
   Its notes bring the Summit down.
Now safe am I, O Absolute!
   Gone death, gone night’s stark frown!

Excerpt from ‘My Flute‘ by Sri Chinmoy

Copyright © Sri Chinmoy 1974