Who are the choosers
It is not we who chooseThe Mother Divine, our Goal.
She herself within us dawns
To pierce our agelong dole.
Sri Chinmoy, The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
The Mother Divine, our Goal.
She herself within us dawns
To pierce our agelong dole.
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