Visions of the Emerald-Beyond

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No more am I the foolish customer

Of a dry, sterile, intellectual breeze.

I shall buy only

The weaving visions of the emerald-Beyond.

My heart-tapestry

Shall capture the Himalayan Smiles

Of my Pilot Supreme.

In the burial of my sunken mind

Is the revival of my climbing heart.

In the burial of my deceased mind

Is the festival of my all-embracing life.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Beyond Within — A collection of writings 1964-1974, Agni Press, 1975
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