The pumpkin hole⁴⁶

At the start of our seven-mile race, even before one mile, inside my chest was a pumpkin hole. There was nothing inside my chest. I couldn’t breathe.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and Become, Become and Run, Part 4, Agni Press, New York, 1981
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