Green as young grass
Her heart is;Therefore, she runs to the farthest Beyond.
Blue as the vast sky
Her heart is;Therefore, she flies into the farthest Beyond.
Red as the morning sun
Her heart is;Therefore, she illumines the world without.
White as Himalayan snow
Her heart is;Therefore, she feeds the world within.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 12, Agni Press, 1974
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