432. His life was sick with desire
His life was sick with desire.He knew no other thing but desire.
But
There came a time
When even his desire-thoughts left him.
Then he sang the song of separation.
But
In separation he still found no peace.
He found peace
Only in the heart of aspiration-cry-tree.
Sri Chinmoy, Transcendence-Perfection, Agni Press, 1975