2020. AN EMPTINESS-FOUNT
If you always extol yourselfTo the skies,
Then you are nothing but
An emptiness-fount.
Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 21, Agni Press, New York, 1981
To the skies,
Then you are nothing but
An emptiness-fount.
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