When I blow the trumpet of the sky,
God smiles at me.When I blow the trumpet of the earth,
God shakes hands with me.When I blow the trumpet of ego-life,
God devours my pride.When I blow the trumpet of God’s Silence,
God embraces my height. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 3, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
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