Because it must

```

I sit

beneath

the fountain of tears.

My heart

is heavy

with growing fears.

My life

is dyed

with sighing years.

I take my food —

venom or dust.

My life will live

because it must. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 7, No. 8, 27 Mar. 1972, AUM Centre Press, 1972
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