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An endless series of skies

Where there is no air.

An inner urge compels me to bring down

A garland of poems

To worship You.

The shrine is now all empty.

I wish to fill it;

I wish to cover it with poems,

A garland of poems.

I know that it is only this way

That I can forget my life’s sufferings

And joys that have to be forgotten. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Poetry: My Rainbow-Heart-Dreams, Perfection-Glory Press, Augsburg., 1993
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