What can I do

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Heaven is afraid of me.

What can I do?

I fly beyond its glee,

Piercing the Blue.

Earth is afraid of me.

What can I do?

I fell its Ignorance-Tree

To plant the true.

Hell is afraid of me.

What can I do?

My compassion frees its pangs

From the racking screw.

My soul is afraid of me.

What can I do?

Body's eternity

I needs must hue. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 1, No. 2, 27 September 1965, Boro Park Printers -- Brooklyn, N. Y, 1965
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