The Golden Flute

 


A sea of Peace and Joy and Light
Beyond my reach I know.
In me the storm-tossed weeping night
Finds room to rage and flow.

I cry aloud, but all in vain;
I helpless, the earth unkind!
What soul of might can share my pain?
Death-dart alone I find.

A raft am I in the sea of Time;
My oars are washed away.
How can I reach the clime
Of God’s eternal Day?

But hark! I hear Thy golden Flute;
Its notes bring the Summit down.
Now safe am I, O Absolute!
Gone death, gone night’s stark frown!

(The poem was written by the master who was my master before Srila Prabhupada)

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