My life welcomes

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To be a good altruist is not my aim.

Thy high decree is my only choice august.

All things shall run to waste; but not Thy Grace.

That runs through all our limbs of eyeless dust.

Thy Grace descends; my heart is freedom's bliss,

Never to play with the black and binding clay.

No death can bind my climbing faith divine;

My life welcomes the pride of Eternal Day. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,My First Friendship with the Muse, Agni Press, New York, 1973
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