Sixty-One
Each undivine thoughtIs nothing but
Useless dust
Of its own nothingness.
Sri Chinmoy, My life's sixty-three heart-blossoms, Agni Press, 1994
Is nothing but
Useless dust
Of its own nothingness.
This poem can be cited using cite-key lhb 61
This work is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.