16 December
My evening descendsAnd tells me
That there is no greater stupidity-mistake
Than to think and feel
That God-realisation is not meant for me.
Sri Chinmoy, My Evening Descends, Agni Press, New York, 1996
And tells me
That there is no greater stupidity-mistake
Than to think and feel
That God-realisation is not meant for me.
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