My life-desert


I want not what I need,

I roam in eyeless Night,

Ignorance sports with me,

With me I ever fight.

The riddle of my life-desert

What soul of Might can solve?

Alack, I am undone!

Before me death-doors revolve. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,My first friendship with the Muse, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1973
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