2 May
My evening descendsAnd tells me
That a spiritual Master is he
Whose inner life
Is made of breathless cries
And whose outer life
Is made of sleepless smiles.
Sri Chinmoy, My evening descends, Agni Press, New York, 1996
And tells me
That a spiritual Master is he
Whose inner life
Is made of breathless cries
And whose outer life
Is made of sleepless smiles.
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