> ‘I never think of the future.
> It comes soon enough.’The sincere observer in me whispers:
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"What is the futureIf not my morning smiles
Fading into my evening cries?What is the future
If not my morning criesGrowing into my evening smiles?"
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Philosopher-Thinkers: The Power-Towers of The Mind and Poet-Seers: The Fragrance-Hours of the Heart in The West, Agni Press, New York, 1998
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