Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 9

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Every morning

My heart-lotus blooms,

And every evening

My heart-lotus blossoms.

Alas, my unlit mind

Fails to recognise the bloom

And the blossom.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 9, Agni Press, 1998
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