No more am I the foolish customer
Of a dry, sterile, intellectual breeze.I shall buy only
The weaving visions of the emerald-Beyond.My heart-tapestry
Shall capture the Himalayan SmilesOf my Pilot Supreme.
In the burial of my sunken mindIs the revival of my climbing heart.
In the burial of my deceased mindIs the festival of my all-embracing life.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Beyond Within — A collection of writings 1964-1974, Agni Press, 1975
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