The Hero Marches Along
~
He who has loved this world
Has only got excruciating pangs.
The world has thrown on him
All ugliness, filth, dirt and impurity.
Yet the hero marches along,
Carrying the burden of the entire world.
At the end of his teeming struggles
He will go and stand at the Feet
of the Lord Supreme.
From “My Flute” by Sri Chinmoy
© 1972 by Sri Chinmoy - All rights reserved
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