1447. The wrong instrument
SlowlyHe fell into ruin.
Firmly
Death embraced him.
Finally
His soul realised
That he was the wrong instrument.
Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 15, Agni Press, 1981
He fell into ruin.
Firmly
Death embraced him.
Finally
His soul realised
That he was the wrong instrument.
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