My sweet Lord,
Do tell me when I shall be able to seeThat dear deer of Yours
Which You have kept secretlyInside my heart-garden.
I am eagerly looking forwardTo seeing my precious deer,
For I want to feel that somedayIts inner speed and beauty
Shall be mine. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 3, Agni Press, 1983
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