37. When I look

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When I look up

Silence sweeps me

Like a snow-white wave.

When I look forward

Hungry gloom-fires sweep me

Like a red-hot wave.

When I look backward

I become one

With oblivion-promise.

When I look within

I see the game

Of my aspiration-height

And God’s Compassion-light. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 6, Vishma Press, 1974
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