411. BLOW, LORD, BLOW

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Blow, Lord, blow

If you see, Lord, the flame

Of aspiration-cry.

O Lord, I’ve tried and tried

But my desire-friend

Allows me not to claim You

As my own, very own.

My desire-friends make me feel

You are my Lord and not my Friend.

O my Lord Supreme, grant that I may feel You

As my old Friend,

My own reality’s only Friend.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,A Soulful Cry Versus a Fruitful Smile, Agni Press, 1977
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