I Am an Idiot

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I know I am an idiot true.

In the growing clouds my hopeful feet,

Hands flung skywards for the blue stars.

My throes no sun, no moon, shall greet.

I had a dream, a real dream:

God would bury Himself to live

In human ignorance hungry and black,

To human death His Soul He’ll give.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Chandelier, part 1, 1980
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