32. O failure's broken wingsO resplendent Sun,
Your core, my only haven.
O unceasing sigh,
My breath, your only haven.
O Victory’s golden wings,
Do carry me into the skies of nectar-love.
O failure’s broken wings,
In me you have your perfect solace.
Sri Chinmoy, The Dance of Life, part 1, Agni Press, 1973