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By cursing your mind’s darkness-nightYou cannot conquer it.
If you want to conquer it,
Then disperse it.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 88, Agni Press, 1984
You cannot conquer it.
If you want to conquer it,
Then disperse it.
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