31 May 2007

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 on the sea of Time,
My oars are washed away.
How can I hope to 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!

from My Flute by Sri Chinmoy

Sri Chinmoy has written over one hundred thousand poems, many of these have become songs. The Golden Flute is one such poem, and it is also the first poem written by the poet in English. The music is available on Sri Chinmoy Songs. This is one of my favourite songs. I felt tremendous joy when I sang it this morning.

Beneath the tree of universal beauty,
That cradles the entire world,
I sit and sing.
My song embodies
The marriage of life and death,
My trance illumines all darkness.

In a fascinating talk named American Freedom In My Poetry, Sri Chinmoy talks about the evolution of his style:

"I have been living in America for the last 29 years, so I am enjoying American freedom in my poetry. When I embarked on my poetic career many, many years ago, I was compelled from within and without to learn English metre well. I had to learn iambic, dactylic, trochee, anapaest — endless English metre — as well as rhyme. But now I enjoy full freedom: I do not need metre; I do not need rhyme — nothing, nothing! It is a flow. When I was writing poems in those days, I felt that I was playing on the flute. Now when I write poems perhaps I am striking gongs or playing on the synthesizer. But I feel that light and power are inseparable. They are the obverse and reverse of the same universal reality."

My morning surrender-meditation
Is infinitely more beautiful,
Powerful and fruitful
Than I can ever disclose.

Aspiration-Plant by
Sri Chinmoy





1 comment:

John said...

This is a post worthy of a comment. But I don't know if I am worthy of a suitable comment. So I’ll just leave you with the sound of awe...

(There is a word in Japanese for silence by the way—but don't go stealing my yet to finished blog post about it)