The seed


I am the seed and root and boughs,

I am the aspiration-tree.

In me abides the deepest deep.

My goal I build; I am ever free.

My secret will absorbs my life,

My hidden treasure I share with earth.

Her sleepless pangs in me now breathe.

For her my freedom vast, my birth. ```

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