Thorns die,
Roses live.Hate dies,
Love lives.Desire dies,
Aspiration lives.The human in me dies,
The divine in me lives.My gratitude-flames
In the Heart of GodNever shall die.
Eternally they breathe,Eternally they sport,
Eternally they manifestThe Supreme,
My Supreme. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 18, Agni Press, 1974
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