For me there is no other way
To reach my goal
Than to claim God secretly
And openly
As my own, very own.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 43, Agni Press, 1984
Barren of events,
Rich in pretensions
My earthly life.
Obscurity
My real name.
Wholly unto myself
I exist.
I wrap no soul
In my embrace.
No mentor worthy
Of my calibre
Have I.
I am all alone
Between failure
And frustration.
I am the red thread
Between
Nothingness
And Eternity.