4. Tears

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O clever tears

Of my eyes,

Stop descending.

O secret tears

Of my heart,

Start ascending.

God is awaiting your great arrival.

O sacred tears

Of my soul,

I love you;

I love you only.

Not because you have the world-treasure,

Not because you are the world-treasure,

But because you have chosen me

As your very own. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 2, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York., 1974
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