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There is nothingAnd there can be nothing
As useless as my mind’s
Suspicion-night
And my heart’s
Despair-grave.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 130, Agni Press, 1990
And there can be nothing
As useless as my mind’s
Suspicion-night
And my heart’s
Despair-grave.
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