69. It steals into my heart

```

There was a time when I loved

The fantastic fabrics of the mind.

There was a time

When I lived my life

Based on culled fictions.

There was a time

When I was satisfied

With a fragment of reality,

Splintered, broken and smashed.

But now a lucid illumination

Steals into my heart.

The eternal Presence

Of Infinity’s Light

Feeds my Vision’s Dawn. ```

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