Destruction's rod

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O North, O South!

O East, O West!

I have no cry,

I have no nest.

O ceaseless fall,

An unfed hope,

A fearful sigh,

A tightened rope.

A living hush,

My imagined God,

Without, within,

Destruction’s Rod. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 7, No. 8, 27 Mar. 1972, AUM Centre Press, 1972
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