5344. My heart's sleepless complaint
My mind’s constant complaint:This world is extremely imperfect.
My heart’s sleepless complaint:
Its own perfection
Is still a far cry.
Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 54, Agni Press, 1983
This world is extremely imperfect.
My heart’s sleepless complaint:
Its own perfection
Is still a far cry.
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