The wings of any longings are undone,
All my desires are hushed.The flame of aspiration shines —
Smiles now my heart abashedTo feel the Formless in Form divine,
To see nought save the OneThat, neither male nor female, yet
Broods ever our Parent-sun. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 7, No. 3, 27 Oct. 1971, AUM Centre Press, 1971
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