593. NOTHING TO SACRIFICE
Who saysThere is nothing to sacrifice?
Our wild impatience
Has to be sacrificed
Every day,
Every hour,
Every minute,
Every second.
Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 6, Agni Press, New York, 1979
There is nothing to sacrifice?
Our wild impatience
Has to be sacrificed
Every day,
Every hour,
Every minute,
Every second.
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