My heart shall be as pure as aurora’s tears.
My wild vital must change its volcano-choice.To hound my golden thoughts my vital horse
In vain endeavours; in me His Ecstasy-Voice.I try, I cry, I sigh, but all in vain.
O Lord of my bleeding heart, I need the EyeThat sees the lives of the Present, Future, Past.
O doubt, aside you stay from my mission’s sky! ```From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 8, No. 6, January 1973, AUM Centre Press, 1973
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