One Hundred Miles

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One hundred miles in a fleeting week!

Who says I am hopelessly weak?

Imagine, although I fail to imagine!

No wonder why so much commotion and din.

A bullock-body is drawn by a lion-soul.

No doubt mine are the slowest feet,

But they are perfectly clean, perfectly neat.

I shall ever reach my transcending Goal!

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Chandelier, Part 2, 1981
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