223. Not once but thrice

```

Not once but thrice

I danced with death.

When I fell in love

With self-doubt;

When I touched the tail

Of jealousy-snake;

When I swam in the anxiety-river.

```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Three hundred sixty-five Father's Day prayers, Vishma Press, New York, 1974
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/fdp