Franz Peter Schubert

Tenebrous agonies ruthlessly torture your joy-smitten heart when the voice of your life whispers:

> 'My peace is gone, my heart is sore, I shall find it never and nevermore,' I may well sing every day now, for each night, on retiring to bed, I hope I may not wake again, and each morning but recalls yesterday's grief.

Indeed, your suffering-life is the world's tragedy-experience.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Music: ecstasy's heart-hunger, Agni Press, 1994
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