My Lord flies in me
With His wings of BeautyWhen I cry and cry.
I fly in my Lord
With my wings of purityWhen He smiles and smiles.
To my Lord,
Flying is His world-perfecting Choice.To me,
Flying is my world-conquering noise. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 8, Vishma Press, New York, 1974
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