The King of kings

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And when to her Knees we cling in devotion white

My child, She says, give me the wings

Of your blind desires futile, your bungles wild.

I shall make you the King of kings. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
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