214. When I feel the pull
When I feel the pullOf desire
My weak vital surrenders
To nothingness black.
When I feel the pull
Of aspiration
My strong heart surrenders
To oneness white.
Sri Chinmoy, Transcendence-Perfection, Agni Press, 1975
Of desire
My weak vital surrenders
To nothingness black.
When I feel the pull
Of aspiration
My strong heart surrenders
To oneness white.
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