Sailing the boat of silver light,
The moon-beauty is fast approaching me.
The sky is vibrating with sweet and melodious songs.
The birds are flying beyond the horizon
To an unknown land.
All my hopes are flying without any destination.
Slowly my life’s evening sets in.
By: Sri Chinmoy
Excerpt from: My Flute
Copyright 1972 by Sri Chinmoy – All rights reserved
Photo by: Unmesh