Our Meeting Place
O Lord, my Master-Love, how far are we,
How far from ecstasy's silence-embrace?
Heavy is my heart with sleepless sighs and pangs
I know my bleeding core, our meeting place.
From “My Flute” by Sri Chinmoy
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