Man’s untiring groans of
Sharp accusationPierce the compassion-canopy
Of Heaven’s life.Heaven says:
“Man, what can I do?Yours are the talents that jump and run
Below the lowest standard of recommendationAt every place, always.
Break asunder your eternity’s lifeless isolation.Lose your existence in the many and become One.
Your tenebrous frustration-nightShall be dethroned by the ocean-deep delight
Of Victory’s Crown.” ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 1, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
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