Her eyes

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To slake the enormous thirst of this world,

World recondite,

Her gaze swifter than arrows hurled

Through the warrior Night.

Eyes brimming with past dawns,

With aeons a-peep.

Till earth changes her forms

They'll know no sleep. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
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