When I pray to You,
High, higher, highest.
I see the same sky descending
And touching my earth-existence
My Lord Supreme, You are telling me
But to love the Unknown
For this unknown Reality
And my life's perfection
Will grow in it.
And make me worthy
From:Sri Chinmoy,My sweet Father-Lord, where are you?, Agni Press, 1999
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