749. OUR FATE
You sail out to reach the shoreYou are meant to reach.
He sails out to miss the shore
He is meant to miss.
I sail out to die;
I am meant to die.
Sri Chinmoy, Europe-Blossoms, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
You are meant to reach.
He sails out to miss the shore
He is meant to miss.
I sail out to die;
I am meant to die.
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