My Secret and Sacred Bird

My secret and sacred bird now flies
To meet the Spirit's vacancy.
All chaos of life today dissolved;
In me a surge of ecstasy.

Gold flames within my longing heart
Invoke the cosmos' Parent-Sun.
A tapestry of Truth unseen
Bursts forth within; the Play is begun.

[Excerpt from 'My First Friendship With The Muse' by Sri Chinmoy.]

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