My inner eye
Is callous.It does not care
For the ignorance of my outer life.My outer eyes
Are treacherous.They told me they would
Take me to God-Light.Alas, they have brought me
To death-night, instead. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Yesterday I was a crying dream, Agni Press, 1975
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