Your tiny, wee life-boat
Plies between the unknown fear-shoreAnd an unadmitted hostility-shore.
How then can you ever expect your mindTo be flooded with peace-light?
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 36, Agni Press, 1982
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