Einstein says:
“I never think of the future.It comes soon enough.”
The sincere observer
In me whispers:“What is the future
If not my morning smilesFading into my evening cries?
What is the futureIf not my morning cries
Growing into my evening smiles?” ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 4, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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