147. O my poor loneliness

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O my poor loneliness,

You live in thought’s wilderness.

O my poor loneliness,

Your wings are clipped.

O my poor loneliness,

How long must you cherish

The cave of tenebrous night?

O my poor loneliness,

Why do you stay

With the lifeless body of destruction-night?

O my poor loneliness,

The tallest pavilion of Heaven,

The Golden Radiance of Eternity,

Are cancelling the fate of your death

And immortalising the transformed face of your life.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 3, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
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