O my mind,
Instead of dying forAn ever-new curiosity,
Can you not long forAn ever-fresh luminosity?
Thus you will be able to pleaseThe Real in you:
Your own Eternity’s blue bird,Your soul.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 57, Agni Press, 1983
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