63. The weaver

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The world weaves

A garland of curses

For me

When I forget to admire her beauty.

The world weaves

A garland of curses

For me

When I underestimate the value of her gifts.

The world weaves

A garland of curses

For me

When I adore the Light and Delight of Heaven.

The world weaves

A garland of curses

For me

When I love the Silence-King inside my heart. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 2, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
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