He is lost.
He has no choice,He has no voice.
He has lostWhat he had:
Poise, inner poise.He has forgotten
What he knew:Joy, inner joy.
He has smashedWhat he built:
His Palace, his inner Palace. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 19, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
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