O my narrow faith,
How long am I supposed to liveIn your tiny hole?
I am suffocating, I am dying.Leave me alone!
Just for a secondI wish to enjoy
The Universal Breath of my Beloved Supreme. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 1, Agni Press, 1979
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