432. His life was sick with desire

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His life was sick with desire.

He knew no other thing but desire.

But

There came a time

When even his desire-thoughts left him.

Then he sang the song of separation.

But

In separation he still found no peace.

He found peace

Only in the heart of aspiration-cry-tree. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Transcendence-Perfection, Agni Press, 1975
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