I fear his silence.
His silence-sea shall drown me.I fear his voice.
His voice-tornado shall destroy me.I fear his smile.
His smile-tree shall not bear fruit.I fear his love.
His love-train shall leave without me. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 13, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
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