15. Visions of the emerald Beyond

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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 Smiles

Of my Pilot Supreme.

In the burial of my deceased mind,

In the revival of my climbing heart

Is the festival of my all-embracing life. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The caged bird and the uncaged bird, Agni Press, 1998
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