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PoetSeers Sri Chinmoy Thirteen Love-Flames O Lord, My Master-Love

O Lord, My Master-Love

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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.

- Sri Chinmoy