Her feet

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Two Feet pervade the brooding vast

In echoless noise to lave with light

The coom and pangs beyond surmise

That heaven may be our starkest night.

Despair and spleen and spite must pass,

The strangling souls will rise in embrace

To become undying through eternity,

To reach Her Feet's perennial Grace. ```

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