I will not faint, O God. There is the thirst,
And thirst supposes water somewhere. Yes,
But in this life we may not ever find;
Old nature sits a phantom by the way,
Old passions may forbid, old doubts return.
Then are there other lives here or beyond
To satisfy us? I will persist, O Lord.
[SABCL 23: 572-73]
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I'm sure that you devotion to the Mother will let you walk trough the golden fields of God...from the Aurobindo's Hand.
My dear friend...Shanti, Shanti, Shanti.
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