Sri Chinmoy's poem, The Absolute, seems particularly significant today:
No mind, no form, I only exist;
Now ceased all will and thought;
The final end of Nature's dance,
I am it whom I have sought.
A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate;
Beyond both knower and known;
A rest immense I enjoy at last;
I face the One alone.
I have crossed the secret ways of life,
I have become the Goal.
The Truth immutable is revealed;
I am the way, the God-Soul.
My spirit aware of all the heights,
I am mute in the core of the Sun.
I barter nothing with time and deeds;
My cosmic play is done.
Excerpt from My Flute by Sri Chinmoy
The Absolute in us remains mute
Because He does not want to be involved
In our sound-life-
The life that does not want to construct,
But wants to destroy.
The Absolute tells us He is in us and for us
Only when we sing the song
Of constant construction,
Excerpt from God-Compassion And God-Justice by Sri Chinmoy