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My Nature Old

 


My nature old in me creates
Stark doubts and ire.
It carries me into the cave
Of blazing fire.

Away my spirit flies too fast
And when to earth
Returns, alas, the earth again will
Torture my birth.   

 

  •  Excerpt from My First Friendship With The Muse by Sri Chinmoy

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