32. O failure's broken wings

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O resplendent Sun,

Your core, my only haven.

O unceasing sigh,

My breath, your only haven.

O Victory’s golden wings,

Do carry me into the skies of nectar-love.

O failure’s broken wings,

In me you have your perfect solace. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 1, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
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