Each of his spiritual children
Was convinced that he saw
No one but him,
No one but her;
Loved no one but him,
No one but her;
Blessed no one but her,
No one but him;
Admired no one but her,
No one but him.
He lost his existence
Between their blind ego-publicity,
And his giant frustration-futility.
From ‘ The Dance of Light ‘ by Sri Chinmoy
© 1973 by Sri Chinmoy – All rights reserved
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