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Why do you dig in your mind-desert?There is nothing
And there can be nothing
Beautiful and fruitful there.
It is a useless task.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 38, Agni Press, 1984
There is nothing
And there can be nothing
Beautiful and fruitful there.
It is a useless task.
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