Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 116

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My express aspiration-plane

Is flying through the sky

To where ignorance-night

Will never be allowed

To take birth.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 116, Agni Press, 1988
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