> ‘I never think of the future.
> It comes soon enough.’The sincere observer in me whispers:
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"What is the futureIf not my morning smiles
Fading into my evening cries?What is the future
If not my morning criesGrowing into my evening smiles?"
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Philosopher-thinkers: The power-towers of the mind and Poet-seers: the fragrance-hours of the heart in the West, Agni Press, 1998
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