473. My sweet Father-Lord

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My sweet Father-Lord,

I forgot the taste of tears

When I slept inside Your Heart.

My sweet Father-Lord,

I forgot the taste of fears

When I sat at Your Feet.

My sweet Father-Lord,

I forgot the taste of doubts

When I drank the beauty of Your Eyes.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Europe-Blossoms, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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