Long lost

My faults are countless, yet
  With joy I see the faults of all.
I kindle thus my pyre,
  Ever to hear death’s constant call.

My soul is far, too far;
  In fruitless thoughts of clay I live.
Long lost my mission vast;
  In eyeless chasm I now must grieve.

Sri Chinmoy, AUM — Vol. 8, No. 9, April 1973.First published by AUM Centre Press in 1973.

This is the 9077th book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.


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