412. The Mother of Time
Time itself has fallen asleepWith you.
Who will wake you up?
Nobody knows.
No, not even the Mother of Time:
Truth, Reality's satisfaction-dawn.
Sri Chinmoy, Transcendence-Perfection, Agni Press, New York, 1975
With you.
Who will wake you up?
Nobody knows.
No, not even the Mother of Time:
Truth, Reality's satisfaction-dawn.
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