A little more

A little more we desire, a little more.
  Our bosom's argent door
Is wide open, O Mother. Come now, come!
  Make us Thy victory's drum.

Thy Will our life of surrender shall declare.
  Through us Thou wilt break the snare
Of eyeless, heartless, goalless earth entire,
  And change its destiny dire.

Sri Chinmoy, My first friendship with the muse.First published by Agni Press in 1973.

This is the 3002nd book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.


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