59.
Every dayI realise that my insecurity
Is not only endless,
But utterly senseless.
Sri Chinmoy, My life's every day hope-blossoms and promise-trees, Agni Press, 2001
I realise that my insecurity
Is not only endless,
But utterly senseless.
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