An idiot

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I know I am an idiot true.

In the growing clouds my hopeful feet,

Hands flung skywards for the blue stars.

My throes, no sun, no moon, shall greet.

I had a dream, a real dream:

God would bury Himself to live.

In human ignorance hungry and black,

To human death His Soul He'll give. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 1, No.10, 27 May 1966, Boro Park Printers -- Brooklyn, N. Y, 1966
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