O North, O South!
O East, O West!I have no cry,
I have no nest.O ceaseless fall,
An unfed hope,A fearful sigh,
A tightened rope.A living hush,
My imagined God,Without, within,
Destruction’s Rod. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 7, No. 8, 27 Mar. 1972, AUM Centre Press, 1972
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