Your old mind
Is tired of living.Your new heart
Is afraid of dying.Your uncertain life
Is crying one momentAnd smiling the next —
Crying for possessionAnd smiling with renunciation.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 82, Agni Press, 1983
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