Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 24

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I long for a sweet Smile

Every day from my Lord Supreme.

He tells me

That He will grant me a sweet Smile

If every day I am ready

To go beyond the bleak boundaries

Of my mind’s doubt-desert.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 24, Agni Press, 1984
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