Her nose

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At every pause She breathes an endless stream

Of dolorous air out from the gulfs of earth,

And exhales a boundless sea of wide new birth

From her bosom's solitudes of golden dream.

A day shall come when all will be drunk with the Sun;

Drunk with the hues of ecstasy and light

Our heart shall brave the stalwart Titan-night.

Our body's all, Her height's dominion. ```

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