He is happy
Because every day he tries
And actually does
A little more than he thinks he can.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 92, Agni Press, 1984
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.