62. A yawning gulf

A yawning gulf between

My vision-tree and my reality-plant.

A yawning gulf between

The place I love to live and the place I live.

I love to live under the vault of Heaven.

Alas, my existence lives

In the valley of the shadow of death.

Peace has escaped my remembrance;

Delight, too.

But I know a swing of the pendulum

Will change my face and fate.

My surrender supreme

Shall marry my dream-boat

With my reality-shore.

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 2, Agni Press, 1973
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