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
Soul stirring eyes of gold delight,
All where reigning supreme-
Our blind secrecy's dream
She seizes with Her all forgiving Sight.
Torn now asunder our ego's screen,
Under Her Smile of Grace
Blooms quick our surrender's face.
She paves the way to a life evergreen.