Although I am far, very far from my Goal,
When I think of my Goal
Or imagine my Goal,
I get boundless joy.
Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 33, Agni Press, 2003
Into the world of beauty's flame,
Into the world of offering's game,
Into the world of lustre flood,
I came, I came, my existence came.