His vision-eye is a constant prey
To his teeming imperfections.Therefore,
Someday, somehow, somewhere,He will dance with perfection-sun
In the world of Infinity’sSilence-Sound.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 4, Agni Press, 1979
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