A tortuous stream our only fate,
A sluggish evolution's flowWe feel from morn to eve of our life.
Who says the One in us shall grow?Covered we are with Nothingness;
The ignorance breathes deep in our heart.No hope of dawn in our stupor-breast;
Before our heart-beat gleams death-dart.We dwell upon the barren surface;
Alas, we never go within.The Supreme's Bliss remains unknown;
Around us sports a dreadful din. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,My first friendship with the Muse, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1973
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