Inside a field of thorns am I.
To quit its grasp in vain I try.
My vital wild and my drowsy mind
Are daily fed by Ignorance blind.
By: Sri Chinmoy
From: My First Friendship with the Muse
Inside a field of thorns am I.
To quit its grasp in vain I try.
My vital wild and my drowsy mind
Are daily fed by Ignorance blind.
By: Sri Chinmoy
From: My First Friendship with the Muse