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(New Discoveries, Vol. 3. p. 490. This undated poem is preserved in the archives of the Vedanta Centre, Cohasset, Massachusetts. Cf. “My Play is Done”, Complete Works, VI.) From life to life I am waiting here at the gates — they open not. My tongue is parched with ceaseless prayers and dim my eyes have grown With constant straining through the gloom to catch one ray long sought; My heart is seized with dark despair, all hope well- nigh has flown. ——— And standing on life's narrow ridge, beneath the chasm I see — Strife and sorrow, darkness deep of whirling life and death, Of mad commotion, struggles vain, of folly roaming free. On one side this dark abyss — I shudder to see it even — On the other this wall . . .
- Swami Vivekananda
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