Within, without the cosmos wide am I;
In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.
A birthless deathless Spirit that moves and is still
Ever abides within to hear my call.
I who create on earth my joys and doles
To fulfil my matchless quest in all my play,
I veil my face of truth with golden hues
And see the serpent night and python day.
A Consciousness Bliss I feel in each breath;
I am the self amorous child of the Sun.
At will I break and build my symbol sheath
And freely enjoy the world's unshadowed fun.
- Sri Chinmoy
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And there it is. The all that is. The known and the unknown. We are the dreams of the one mind.
will those maple leaves EVER stop falling?
i am and i am not. all and everything . . . and nothing. i haven't read words by sri chinmoy for a very long time. it's time again. have a lovely dc day reya. steven
These words met with my heart Reya.
The photos are glorious.
Thank you for sharing.
Love it! Thank you.
Thank you for sharing, the poem was glorious, and the pictures are joyful to look upon.
God bless.
A lovely way to start my work day or any day for that matter.
Steven I thought of you while reading this morning, and Tom? They will fall until new year's. Isn't that crazy??
Hello Reya,
I see you have a poem by Sri Chinmoy. Some of my best students come from Bangladesh. The nest time I go to Asia I hope to stop by there...
what a perfect poem to coincide with wm blake's birthday!
It's Blake's birthday? I almost posted one of his poems today. Wow!
lovely fat buds, thats a forward echo for spring
Perhaps some inspiration
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