Joy, inner and outer, is a supreme necessity. Pleasure, outer and inner, is certainly a dangerous luxury.
Sri Chinmoy, Meditations: food for the soul, Aum Centre, New York, 1970
No more my heart shall sob or grieve.
My days and nights dissolve in God's own Light.
Above the toil of life my soul
Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.
I have known the One and His secret Play,
And passed beyond the sea of Ignorance Dream.
In tune with Him, I sport and sing;
I own the golden Eye of the Supreme.
Drunk deep of Immortality,
I am the root and boughs of a teeming vast.
My Form I have known and realised.
The Supreme and I are one; all we outlast.
From ‘My Flute' by Sri Chinmoy.