Melancholy days have gone.
There is a lustre divineIn his heart-sky.
No more his mindIs crowded with doubt-forests.
He builds a bridgeBetween
Earth’s nothingnessAnd
Heaven’s endlessness. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 18, Agni Press, 1974
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