Although I go to Thee

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I go to Thee, but I hear Thee not.

I smile at Thee without the love

That is the root of thy creation vast.

Do lift my human mind above

The waves of eyeless reckless thought

That permit me not, alas, to see

All-where thy golden Knowledge-Sun

Through white and rapt eternity. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
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