Destruction's rod

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O north, O south!

O east, O west!

I have no cry,

I have no nest.

O ceaseless fall,

An unfed hope,

A fearful sigh,

A tightened rope.

A living hush,

My imagined God,

Without, within,

Destruction’s rod. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,God’s Glance and God’s Grace, Agni Press, 2006
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