14 April
My evening descendsAnd lovingly tells me
That I shall never be able to become
A candidate for God-realisation
Unless and until I make friends
With silence.
Sri Chinmoy, My evening descends, Agni Press, New York, 1996
And lovingly tells me
That I shall never be able to become
A candidate for God-realisation
Unless and until I make friends
With silence.
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